This elder woman
Shuffles, large black shoes
Supported, slim silver sticks
Two extra legs, aluminum

Hands grasp for support
Over those wobbly sticks
Unsure legs all around

Her garden a jungle
The path toward home, obscure
A long way to her final rest

Her friend stands back
“Her walker’s in the house – “
She proclaims, as she watches
Talking of nothing

“Slow and steady,” mutters the elder
Forward, on her own