The lollipop lady had faded
over the years
the yellow was less luminous
and the lollipop
had frayed and dulled.
I stood by her. She smiled,
waited for a break in the
smog and engines and
she strode to the centre.
She spread her muted
mustard arms and the lollipop
halted
the
traffic.
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Her glance guided
me across from there
to here. Gently;
maternally; unchanged,
despite waning years.
I watched the lollipop
and the lady control
and shepherd and return
to her side of the street.
She smiled,
and dissolved
with
time.
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Going back through the years sometimes brings back the memories that we held fondly close to the heart. And this poem seems to be one of them. I thank you for sharing this with me...
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