The Elders

I love old people

I can't help it

I love the wrinkles 

And the way their eyes are squinty

And how the wrinkles on their hands 

so closely resemble the bark of an old oak tree

And the wisdom they share

And the stories they tell

Even when they're crotchety

And wink to let you know they're kidding

And they don't care about political correctness

Or calling me ma'am

And believe in honor, respect and American pride

And find value in the little things

And understand why I love trees

Nature and animals

But my most favorite is this one

My viejita

The one I call Mama

And I think Jazz feels the same way I do about old people