You used to climb the stairs with swift
Unfaltering steps, and you
Would reach the top with record speed,
You’d take them two by two.
But now! With weary faltering feet
You climb each step as though
They all were long, long steps to heaven,
And I, who sit below
And watch you take your tiresome trip,
Grow quickly weak and cold.
I cannot make myself believe
That you are growing old.
~Dana B. Nelson