Your Four Old Limbs

In the complication of your four old limbs
you find sufficient challenge for an average day.
The simple art of rising's almost lost to you,
and stairs are flat impossible without my aid.
When we walk, I listen to your hesitance,
and we turn around, no matter where,
when you want home. This works for me:

Age is no detractor from a friendship;
friendship values friendship, not mobility.
Years add only comfort to your company;
I ask nothing of you but to be.

And I will take your snoring presence on the floor
as long as you can stay.

January 18 2011