90-year-old Vivi holds to the bannister
as she travels down the staircase.
It’s marble, but her creaking bones
make them sound like wooden ones.
Ach.
What she’d do to be young again.
“Let me help you,” says a rugged man’s voice.
A young, most exquisitely handsome man
takes her hand.
There\’s a twinkle in his eyes.
Vivi forgets her age.
The liver spots on the hand he holds fade.
Nothing hurts as he escorts her down.
“Thank you,” she says as he releases her.
Her age spots return,
but she’s never old again.
