she sits in her wheelchair works puzzles delights in watching birds at the feeder she savours every moment of cats, computers chocolate, chilies birthday bash, banquets trouncing the gang at cribbage at ninety she greets each day with zest not for her meek lavenders colour her in rainbow shades memories of laughter and pain all the times we've shared aunt, buddy, confidante she listens to my problems supports me in her quiet way helps me make my own choices she never says I told you so her quiet courage gives me strength she's the one I'd like to have in the middle of a storm colour her special
For my Aunt Frances Wilcox on her 90th birthday, May 13, 1998.