The Treasure

 

It happens to us all

Eventually

Getting in and out of bed

A contortion

Walking from room to room

A victory

 

I remember baths so inviting

bubbles in the water

candles on the counter

and wine rich and red

voices in the background

solitude perfection

 

I could stand up

From a low chair

Travel long distances

In the bus

Be a shopper

Enjoy a cafeteria

 

 

Now I am showered

Someone washes my hair

Makes me a sandwich

Prepares my dinner

I have lived so long

I have become a treasure