I Remember Alene
I will always remember Alene
for she had the wandering eyes of
blindness.
As a child, I would stare at her eyes
fascinated, and not a little scared.
Alene was a kind, matter of fact lady.
She always ended her sentences with
“honey”, as in, “Can you hand me my cane, honey?”
or “Please help me to the counter, honey.”
I could not tell you what color Alene’s eyes were
for her iris’ were glazed over with an opaque
sheen, like thin clouds on a hazy day.
Alene said that she could only see shadows
and used her red rimmed cane to navigate.
My mother took her grocery shopping often
and I came along to help.
Alene dressed plainly, but she always wore
a bright colored scarf around her dull
brown hair. She may have not looked
attractive on the outside, but inside she
was kind hearted and loving.
Alene always appreciated everything others
did for her, and always let them know it.
She was not shy, but rather humble and
respectful. Alene was just Alene...
When I look back to my childhood, I would
not trade one day with Alene for a thousand
days with someone who was beautiful on the
outside, but cold and selfish on the inside.
Yes, I will always fondly remember Alene.
Written on 5/2/2018
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