Kissing my wife goodnight, the words “Little
old lady” come unconditionally and unwanted into
my head, I tell her, then add, “And I like it,
you as an old lady,” “Up to a point,” “No (her
arthritis crippling her, metabolism problems, urinating
too much, dying her hair twice a week, trouble
getting up and down stairs) , all the way,” another kiss,
I leave her, “Hope to see you in the morning,” never
quite sure I will, loving the idea of us aging,living
and dying together, TIL DEATH US DO  (NEVER!)
PART.