Fleetingness

In my mind
you will never be old nor sick
gray streaks will never show
wrinkles will never touch your face.
Your bones will never weaken
your muscles will never tire
your back will never stoop
your hands will never shake
your step will never falter.

In my mind
your wit shall ever be brilliant
your laughter, infectious
your generosity, immeasurable;
your faith as strong
as your tenderness is unwavering.

You will always, always be loved.
In my mind, this is how you will endure.