I remember walking

with my Grandmother

as a young girl.

"Give me your wing"

she would say

taking my arm.

And off we would go

on city streets

and ocean beaches.

Smiling, laughing, sharing,

joyous in being together

arm in arm.

Now I have reached

the age my Grandmother,

was so long ago.

I too now appreciate

a wing to hold on to

as I travel life's byways.

I have come to understand

the true meaning

of my Grandmother's request.

True - old legs, knees and ankles

might need guidance

over the bumpy ground.

But the need is greater

for the loving touch

as we travel in step, together.

Strength and joy passing

from one to another

on this moment's journey.

Ann Carlson
Bellingham