Narrated by Val Cole
POEM:
Sometimes I'm stunned by how time
moves through a life
so easily
and quietly
so that one spring day,
you're ten, running to a neighbor's to climb
his apple tree;
the next week,
you're buying your first house in Adrian,
wife pregnant with a third child;
two weeks later, you're drinking wine
at your daughter's wedding, then kissing a grandson,
attending his high school graduation
until next month
when you're escorted into a one-room apartment in senior living
and you stare out the window while the smiling aide says,
"Look at that view. Isn't it fine?"
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