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For Delores
Not given to shades bolder
Opting to render her view
In the softest of pastel
Soft voiced soft hued
though iron clad willed
brush stroke gentle to canvas as well
Unable to see the unseemly side
The gauche vain
Indelicate sight
I wanted so to be like her
Failing miserably
try as I might
Keep your eye simple
Incorporated no
Cemented into her heart
Filtered once was filter enough
A glance
Needed just a start
The exit road to
Perdition
A way she fully dismissed
As an errant child sent to their room
to rue
the way remissed
Her eye sight beginning
to fail her now
Lenses covered in dust
Her vision yet still as
Clear as new day as
to where to put her trust
This I learned from my sister
A delicate flower
A force
To be reckoned with
As she made her point
Without ever raising her voice
Copyright ©
Vickey Rhymer
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