Coming of Age His hands, once small, now cover hers to gently stop the shaking of the china teacup that rocks against the gold rimmed saucer. His arms now strong are wrapped around Her frail body as she walks. He steadies her, his long legs braced, to carry their combined weight. Her cotton duster sweeps the floor and catches on the old boards, finding dust bunnies on the way where they never were before. He eases her into the bed, removes her knitted slippers. While pulling up her hand-made quilt he finds her stash of candy. He laughs, for no admonishment Would ever make her feel guilt. He sits beside her bed and holds her transparent, tiny hands. Her breathing eases, she’s asleep and relaxed in her repose. He lays his head upon her hands and silently starts to weep.
