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
***
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 1 January 2016
Telling the Truth 
So sweet, so precious. I was there.
Peace to you
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Oh…Thank you Tom for this kind and personal response. 🙂
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More than one, I suspect…
🙂
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Yes…you might very well be correct about that! Hoping to see you tomorrow.
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