When Did You Get So Old

When did you get so old?
your skin is thin and brittle
like rice paper.
In your chair facing the sea
you are stooped, bent, and twisted
by too many years in the wind and the rain.
I watch you and wonder when did you stop
being the giant in the room,
slayer of monsters under the bed.
It must have happened slowly over time
like cold honey into tea.
Or maybe it happened when I wasn’t looking
the way dirt builds up in the corners
of window sills.