Two Lovely Women
An old woman shuffles down the sidewalk
Walking meditatively observing the landscape,
I watch her stop and look at some flowers
Admiring their blooms as she gently touches.
Watching her quietly look all around
Absorbing the full panorama in her view,
I wonder what she might be thinking
With all the changes she must have seen.
One feels she is glimpsing the past
And future in this present moment,
Wizened face etched with lines of history
With her penetrating dark brown eyes.
What mysteries lurk beneath her soul?
How does she feel the many changes?
Continuing her slow but steady walk,
Unaware she is being watched.
She walks alone in perfect peace
Seemingly content being here now,
What stories she could likely tell
Hidden away within her being.
Another aged woman walking toward us
A look of recognition glowing in her eyes,
Mutual smiles of long deep affection
Embracing one another in familiarity.
Celebration of what both have seen
Having lived years we do not know,
Perhaps mutual glimpses of the past
Or thoughts of what might have been?