Through Raindrops

I saw a lovely, little old lady today.
Hair, a familiar style of silver grey.
Sat in my car, watched her walk by.
My mind it wandered of, cloud high.

She turned slightly, her glasses I saw.
I looked hard at the clothes she wore.
Her movement, her walk, rang a bell.
Suddenly, a tear onto my cheek fell.

She took small steps, with aid of hand.
Another tear fell, onto my lap to land.
Through raindrops on my windscreen.
My Mum, that old lady could have been.


(miss my Mum so much)


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Mother's Day 19/3/23 ►


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keith jeffries

Mon 6th Mar 2023 20:44

A poem which reminds me of those rare occasions when I see someone I don't know but their facial features bring back the memories of a person I once knew well. A strange similarity. Good poem
Thanks for this

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