Dependent, and dependable,
a woman pushing another,
the burden of infirmity shared.
Wheels spin as we parallel
on the otherwise empty pavement.
One twin above the other,
like sunflowers, on the same stalk,
They turn to look at me and offer
the sincerity of unforced smiles,
positive comments, and hopes
that I have a very good day,
I mean it when I wish them the same.
Short but memorable encounter,
for as I continue on my way,
it can’t be coincidental that
My own petals have begun to unfurl.