September 2005So changed,
yet so familiar, so close to the same.
Her stride, a bit slower.
Her eyes, slightly glazed.
What was silk is now sagging cotton.
The glimmer has gone dim.
But I still remember,
way back when,
how she'd make him nervous,
when she winked at him.
Their space, it gave her life.
It brightened her eyes.
When they left, she just smiled,
and waved goodbye.
Hey Denise, this is beautiful. I didn't know you wrote poetry. Donna
ReplyDeleteHi Donna- Thank you. I've been writing poetry for a long time, but haven't shared much with others. I guess I'm feeling adventurous lately.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. I hope I age just as gracefully. (I hope I didn't botch the meaning - I have to confess that I'm really insecure when it comes to reading poetry.)
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm so glad you are feeling adventurous...!
-maria
Beautiful words. and you are welcome!
ReplyDeleteHi Maria- Thank you for your note. Each reader will certainly see something different, so no interpretation is wrong. It depends on the filters (life experiences) through which each person sees. I see her as you do, graceful, also beautiful, a little sad, brave.
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