Eleanor at Ninety-Five
She floats down the hallway
like a skater,
carefully measuring each step
swaying
from side to side
arms balancing
afraid of falling
unafraid of living.
A woman
still beautiful in her nineties
elegant
dignified
struggling to maintain
her independence
to find her way
through her winter
on thin ice.
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