Needs

I met her on a sunny day;

Her hair had just begun to turn gray.

I asked her what she really wanted;

I was not prepared for what she asked:

"A single whiff of fresh air,

A moment without a care,

A smile that reaches the eyes,

A tear that springs in surprise,

A hand that I can reach out to,

A lap that I can bury into,

A memory of a beautiful time,

A promise of a loving rhyme."

Help - I would if I could;

But I couldn't, so I didn't.

Her needs were naive,

Yet, they managed to baffle life.