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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