When I Was

Her shoes worn- now but thin thread her clothes hung in rags Yet, I saw something in her eyes- so deep within- pride her footsteps were light and dainty and her touch as soft as down but, the lines upon her face betrayed her her silence was unnerving And, then all at once I knew her in an instant recognition grew for she was ME for certain my past- in my poor gloom those days of poverty and foreboding how easily I had forgot as I stood in my court in all my grandeur for she had forgot me-not.