Look At You (Marie)
The crown of your head silver and white, I glimpsed as you lay next to me. My mother had insisted I ‘do’ her hair, the strands straw-like at times just like yours. Now my partner of almost 20 years; this aged aspect not quite expected but, alas, true. We tease. call it OA (old age) […]
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