She sits so proud upon her bed, she looks at me and nods her head
'Your late' she says 'where have you been? I'm 93 not 15'
'Don't have all day to wait for you my days are numbered, so much to do'
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Sadly we all get to Lucys' age, and i hope i have someone like Tracy looking after me :)
Dear Tracy, Your poem is so real.I have an aged relative who is failing.
I'm sure this is a treasured memory....indeed!