and her hair would spill like russian spiced tea
over my shoulder; a water fall of defined tea cup curls
that left the scent of butter pecans and youth
[It still lingers]
she smiled in pearls
folded in the navel of a sunflower
that matched the prints of her summer dress
Her presence always filled the room
and stole my breath
caused my heart to do the jitterbug every time
Even as she slept
I could see the crystals that gleamed with life and beauty
in her eyes











Good luck to you, even though you do not need it, but oh well, all the best to you anyway 
21 old applause
