At Most
She did not need my pity
yet her very life dared me
to notice she was twelve
at most and each of her steps
were slow with a cane while
I took two stairs at a time
as I always have.
Our eyes never met but her easy
smile brought swift tears to mine for as deep as I could see she was a girl of twelve at most who has possibly always known three legs and she walks happy in our blinding two legged race.
smile brought swift tears to mine for as deep as I could see she was a girl of twelve at most who has possibly always known three legs and she walks happy in our blinding two legged race.
At least – at seventy I see the girl on the stairs through your words and heart –