One minute a bustling person,

next a mere mortal.

She is my friend,

we have been together

thirty six years.

I am afraid.

What would I do without her?

What of all those plans we have

the places still to see?

The people we hope to meet,

the exotic foods to try,

small adventures

for our latter years.

 

These the thoughts that

flash through a mind,

face to face with

mortality.

Lean on me,

I am here for you.

I always will be.

You have given me so much,

now in my turn.

let me be the anchor

to hold our small ship safe.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, February 1996