Poems for Elders

by Elouise

I

elders
cling close
old age
unseen
kindly eyes
drill deep
tap light
unseen
by youth
or passersby

II

Sweet Jesus
Could I not wave
A magic wand
But once?

III

Sunday mornings
My friend over there
Arrives early
Lingers late
Not for the sermon
Or even the music

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 1 January 2016