The sun comes in sharper, clearer through the single-paned glass
on the 74 year-old door.
That same window filtered her sun
as she lived and as she died.
I snuggle in a blanket,
let it warm my face.
I wonder if the same window will shower sun on me when I'm 74.
It's still 37 years away,
but these first 37 have gone by fast.