She elderly now, but wears colourful clothes.
I sat outside the store, saw her trying on
outrageous coats that didn’t fit her age.
She bought one and a red, jaunty beret.
She has a hip problem and limps slightly, but
this little defect is not a hindrance to her.
She is every bit the woman I met forty years
ago, impossible, unreasonable, yet I love her
more now than ever before; time shall not
make her old.