I didn't watch her grow old
Counting only years not walks in gardens
Forgotten groceries
Sweaters and comfortable shoes
I didn't think of it when she stared
At the utensil drawer before picking one
In the car to Pittsburgh
I think I saw what I missed
In the rear view mirror
The face of women who read to children
Then go home to a dim lit house
With a flowered table cloth
In the kitchen where dinner used to be
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