Everyday when I drive to pick up my son,
this older couple is out walking.
The man is tall and balding.
His thick rimmed glasses take up half his face.
The woman is small and hunched over.
Her one leg curls in slightly and she hobbles more than walks.
Everyday they are out walking;
She has her cane in one hand and her husbands arm in the other.
His arm works to keep her steady.
Everyday I watch them slowly make their way down the sidewalk.
It is their diligence that strikes me,
Their dedication to the routine.
It is the fact that he is always there for her,
steadying her stride,
holding her up,