July 5 (All Your Life)--2

Age, 'old' that is, is 'memento mori'
Beckoning faster than my running after you...
Just to hear your voice.
It hurts that my reckoning of my days...
Running is slower than your becoming
An unreachable star.
And take this "ill or well."
When you were baptized, the priest told us:
"This baby is God's angel.
When she is grown--healthy and strong,
She belongs--with His Grace,
To both of you--as a hand and shoulder...
In your decrepit years."
Must I wait for that day when I say,
"Help me, I can't get up?"