One red lipsticked and henna haired
High heels clicking on her way to this
or that friend’s final “bon voyage party”
We were on the way back so she’d stop,
expect and receive coffee and danish
served by my mother
as she prattled on about people
we had never met
laughing loud, leaving quickly
with only a trail of perfume and
dirty dishes to remind us she had been
when she finger waved and left -
I could never have imagined following
her into the car waiting at the curb
sitting beside her as she gaily
set off for another cemetery party
The other silver haired and hatted
Just a bit of powder from an immaculate
puff on her gleaming dresser
At her home all shoes stood inside the door
Her hat sat back in its box
Each bureau drawer arranged as carefully
as a department store display
Her velvet carpets bore not a single
footprint, welcoming the little girl
I was, to enter and after dinner to
wear a silken
slip as an evening gown twirling
before her long mirror to her high bed
in a sleepover tucked into her crisp sheeted
bed scented with cashmere bouquet
Both gone
vanished
as a laugh
or a soap bubble
song in the air
Like a dream
My Self
That hard bodied
Raven tossed hair
Unshakeable
Confident
Sexy kitten
Purring
A true legend mirrored
Shining in my
Own mind
Faded now
to misted memory
Facing clear mirrors
and a mind’s
myriad
naked realities
Lost Lovers …
I was going to write about
a man and a woman
who started as a
boy and a girl
in a green sunshined field
dotted with dandelions
until the night wind blew
rain pelted windows
hard and the image flew
softly
away
High heels clicking on her way to this
or that friend’s final “bon voyage party”
We were on the way back so she’d stop,
expect and receive coffee and danish
served by my mother
as she prattled on about people
we had never met
laughing loud, leaving quickly
with only a trail of perfume and
dirty dishes to remind us she had been
when she finger waved and left -
I could never have imagined following
her into the car waiting at the curb
sitting beside her as she gaily
set off for another cemetery party
Just a bit of powder from an immaculate
puff on her gleaming dresser
At her home all shoes stood inside the door
Her hat sat back in its box
Each bureau drawer arranged as carefully
as a department store display
Her velvet carpets bore not a single
footprint, welcoming the little girl
I was, to enter and after dinner to
wear a silken
slip as an evening gown twirling
before her long mirror to her high bed
in a sleepover tucked into her crisp sheeted
bed scented with cashmere bouquet
vanished
as a laugh
or a soap bubble
song in the air
Raven tossed hair
Unshakeable
Confident
Sexy kitten
Purring
Shining in my
Own mind
to misted memory
Facing clear mirrors
and a mind’s
myriad
naked realities
a man and a woman
who started as a
boy and a girl
in a green sunshined field
dotted with dandelions
rain pelted windows
hard and the image flew
softly
away