“Is today the first day of summer?
Is today the longest day?”
I told her that was yesterday.
Smack! Her aged hand struck the table.
“Oh shoot! A grimace. “I missed it!”
My mind was racing to console her, but
a guest came in that I had to tend to,
so we didn’t get to speak further.
I glanced over as she left in her dignified way,
placing her feet carefully, carrying her oxygen.
I wanted to call after her,
remind her the days will stay long
for a good while, but she knows. 
She wanted to mark that milestone, 
to be intentional. It matters.