Concerns

poem

She regards her pale reflection
As it turns this way and that
In the dark, dusty attic mirror
Should she wear a different hat?
Will he notice her new outfit?
She smiles a little at that

She wonders at the weather
It’s still most beastly cold
Spring is just beginning
And the winter feels old
She decides to take a brolly
She’ll carry it neatly rolled

Are her stocking seams in line?
Are her shoes polished and neat?
She knows they’re last year’s fashion
Not comfortable on the feet
And will he stand and greet her?
And move to get her seat?

Her preparation takes ages
Slowly allaying her fears
A strangely old-fashioned young woman
An appointment that never draws near
Time itself is reluctant to say:
“You’ve been dead these seventy years”

She regards her pale reflection
As it turns this way and that
In the dark, dusty attic mirror
Should she wear a different hat?
Will he notice her new outfit?
She smiles a little at that

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