This is absolutely beautiful, Jamie. What a gift you have.
As I read you reminded me of a long ago departed friend. I met her when I began my first business. She was almost 50 years older than me. She was such a force, so young at heart, a supporter of all women. Proudly using the feminist label. We became friends almost instantly.
She had thee sons but was divorced for many years. Alas she did not have the love company enjoyed by the guy in your poem. She frequently looked at her hands and arms and said to me: I often ask myself, how and when did I get inside this old and withering body. Sadly she was terminally ill the last time she said that to me.
To this day I miss Sylvia and think of her often. Your poem brought her back to me this morning. Thank you.
