When we were thirteen
Cindy exclaimed at how young
The toddler’s hand looked
Compared to hers.
I think of that day
When I examine
My own, nearly 62-year-old
Heavily veined, wrinkly hands and
Bony fingers and
Shake my head at Cindy’s words.
When we are eighty-two
Will I look back to today
And shake my head at my
Own words written here?
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