Short Explination

I wrote this after Jack had tucked me into bed one of those first nights he was here. Before that, I hadn't been tucked into bed since I was 10. It felt good. So I wrote a poem.

When I'm 80

When I'm 80
I'll be able to look back on these weeks and smile.
That smile the elderly wear
When reminescing their youth.
I'll be able to say
"Those were some of the best moments of my life."
Falling asleep in my brother's arms...
Having him tuck me in
And kiss my forehead
And wish me sweet dreams.
Having those moments when
I knew somebody cared
Even after knowing
What a wreck I am.
I'll smile and say
"His aftershave smelled like home."
When I'm 80.

1/13/03

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