My corset tight, my skirt filled out, petticoat of low
My skin porcelain, slight blush on cheeks, lips, the colour Red
I grab my bag, I Meet the street, laying up ahead
My handkerchief, White Of Lace, matches so my gloves
A street of Greet, before it meets, quaint shops, I so do love
In I go, I settle down, gloves roll off both my hands
I look around, antiques I spot, collected from Ones land
Before I see, a gentle smile, belongs to elder so
Her face, her skin, her map of life, still it so does glow
She lays so quiet, a Silver tray, carrying tiny cups
Then she pours, the tea of heat, taking tiny gulps
Then to her left, standing tall, a mirror, reflection see
Hair, slight Grey, her eyes slight puff, I’m looking back at me
My gloves placed back, up I stand, into the streets, I roam
A poem I thought, create tonight, instead I’m not alone
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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