Old woman
02.15.08 (7:19 pm) [edit] |  |
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Old woman
She smiles and chats
as she passes by,
a graceful glide around the tables,
then she sits alone to eat.
She wears a purple sweater
decorated with black strips,
her face gentle,
wise,
with a small wistful smile.
She wears like a cloak
a gentle quiet dignity
that gently en-wraps
her in its warmth.
Her inner world
deep and hidden,
perhaps a mystery even to herself,
waiting for the time
when all will be made known.
She soon finishes,
leaves her table neat,
thoughtful of those who will follow,
and she is gone
forever out of my life.