.....I hope she didn't mind.
I think she saw,
had she second
sight, into my mind:
I saw you.
Skinny, nose like hers...
It could amost, Be
And .my my so lined: life, or 'cares'?
A simple skirt, above the knee
Black socks topping off, just below .
Bit of leg in between, healthily ringworm free
Red trainers, quite modern style- a funny incongruity
I hope you do not mind.
I watched you sat in the car, speaking with your daughter
About as old as us.
Your eyes so alive, as the sun your centre stage spotlight, delivered all of you to me.
your smile a well earned one, i could tell,
Your gestured interest in the buildings around,
speaking of a mind still keen to know
But it was all of you, your all; even earlier i watched, almost little girl on the pavement, awaiting mum out of the shop.
But no need for sweeties
ascetic- the civilised agnostic definition , simple, complete.
Powerfully aside, even their their word ' now"
Hapilly Be ing, just alive, just stood aside a street.
And i just .. ....
....well i was changed.
Thinking what a simply beautiful facealive, fully " human"
A really really cofinready,
all life done, old one.
Spring chicken,
two for one
Even oldage, they still can Be...
I don't mind waiting,
after all...
. . .
a world record worst poem ever, the five
minutes, onnit her face
to this page, shows
never mind poetry such a waste of time, even 5 mins; four and a half wasted...
But i didnt need to take a picture, as i know when you see true beauty at peace, she will still be mindseye there, til the end of time...mine anyway
