And Yet
AND YET?
If one short word could describe Betty, it’s fun
Gregarious, though seemingly loaded, falls short
You’d have to hear her laugh,
Have to see that lovely face blaze in every upward
grace
The voice is brown sugar, with hope of loving hugs
In return
Betty can, on a cold, cloudy day, lift the face of any
sunflower
Can inspire the weary to play
She is incredible, and yet?
I’ve caught her in a pensive mood
In solitude she is even more lovely, and yet?
This is not the Betty we know, flock to
She’s by the window, but gazes into space,
Hand on cheek, arm supporting a downward frozen
stare
Same auburn hair tied in a bun at back
Same petite, protruding ear, delicate nose and mouth
Same all alluring, adult woman dressed in
mid morning attire, and yet?
As though lost in a moment, or bygone moments,
she is absent from the flash and hilarity of her
other world
No getting into that descending, unbending tunnel of
inner cogitation
Our playmate has gone wandering through fields of
joy, want, and regret, and yet?
There is no doubt Betty will come out from the
hiding wings to a loving life, to play another
day on stage
Dave Austin
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