Bubby

Bubby

I don’t see your wrinkles

Your gnarled, papery skin

Nor the slower pace

Of your tired, aging limbs

You comment rather often

On how it feels to age

You tell me it’s not pleasant

(You miss the carefree stage)

And yet it leaves me puzzled

Though I know the years amount

To me you haven’t changed a bit

In all the ways that count

You’re still the one I turn to

The one who holds me close

You think I can do anything

I know you love me most

You may walk extra slowly

You may always feel cold

But believe your favorite grandchild:

To me you’re never old