My Wing

 

“Give me your wing!” demanded the 94-year old little lady

standing next to me in the church parking lot

“Wing?” I asked bemusedly, analyzing her

With faked grumpiness, she growled,

“Arm!  Your arm!  I’m wobbly!”

We both laughed together

Proffering my “wing” to her, we teeter-tottered

together into the building

It’s great being needed

 

TR

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