Old lady
sits on the step,
a blissful smile on her lips,
eyes closed, soaking up the sun,
waiting to remember
where she lives.
Daft old lady
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Old lady
sits on the step,
a blissful smile on her lips,
eyes closed, soaking up the sun,
waiting to remember
where she lives.
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Lovely, Jane. That’ll be me one day soon!
I hope not! She’s not completely oblivious—still got enough of her marbles to be aware that she’s doing something not quite right.
Simple, sweet and sad. Lovely.
Thanks. That’s exactly what she is. She always smiles, but there’s a look of apprehension in her eyes as if she fears she’s missing the point. It was lovely and sunny today—she was wearing her rain hat.
I love this. So simple yet so emotive. 🙂
Thanks Molly. She is a touching old soul.
Had that been a man Jane it would be me.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
I think the little old men who’ve lost their marbles don’t get let out 🙂
Found my true home, my dears
Eagerly, I await as it nears
Peace,
Eric
I hope that’s what she’s thinking, Eric 🙂
Touching poem.
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