Duno Brown
Duno Brown, an old woman.
I was assigned to co-teach Bible School with her.
She had white hair, and walked slowly.
I was twenty-eight. I ran everywhere.
We were instantly laughing about silly things.
She had the world’s most amazing sense of humor.
I was new in town. She had been around awhile.
She was seventy-two, and delightful.
The only thing she ever said disparagingly was about her ex.
He had left her for a younger woman.
She made jokes about it and I laughed.
She was hilarious.
She died three months later of cancer.
I did not even know she had it.
That was forty years ago and I love her still.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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