how about you

she says she's happy
now
in her high rise
over looking
the interstate that rolls
both north
and south.
money isn't a problem.
she has a cat.
she still knits,
still
watches her shows
that come
on during the day,
and reads herself to sleep
at night.
she's happy, she says
again, but with a look
in her eye
that says it isn't so.
she misses
being young, being
courted,
working and living in
that whirl wind world
of youth.
I still like a good glass
of wine,
she says, taking a sip
and raising it in
the air. I have friends.
my daughter comes to visit
when she can.
i'm happy she says,
how about you?