A Lady in the Street
This lady’s hair is so, so white,
creates an aura for that face.
Her age puts forth its beauty in the street.
She could be my charming mother,
my darling grand-mama,
that lovable great Aunt Lucy.
But I am old, and all are gone.
How easy it is to conjure memories of those
three ladies when someone passes me in the street.
(29 Feb 2024)
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