The Lemur In The Backseat

I look up
  from the overpriced plant that I am
  watering,
  in a nursery where I work
  for pittance wondering
  what happened to my beautiful life,
  to see a silver sedan pulling into the parking lot,
  slowly moving forward seeking the perfect
  parking spot,
  and there is a lemur, wide eyed and taking in all that washes
  before her through a  car window,
  short in the seat,
  she is tiny and very real.
I look up
  realizing that my lemur is an old woman,
  shrunken by age,
  viewing the world through eyes
  like pie plates,
  on her outing to the nursery where she will move slowly
  on the arm of her adult child,
  with those huge, hopeful eyes upon all
  that she will be missing.
I look up
  and wonder what happened to all that I had
  planned and know
  one day soon,
  I will become the lemur in the back seat.