Morning-glories

visiting the elderly can be an eyeopener

 

An elderly woman her blue dress almost white

Her hair gray with kind blue eyes coloring her past

Where a genuine smile painted no fright,

And she asked whether we had some time at last.

Not quite motherly neighbor or former foe

She listened as my friend fussed and complained

Revealing our life must be excused, but it would grow

Well in that used room where dust never remained.

Outside the weather had its way with the eaves,

My friend offered to mow her neighbor's lawn,

And I kicked at the grass playing with last fall's leaves

Before the morning glories not yet gone

Half-filled my soul like the flowers did the porch

Because of her ancient smile despite the passing of a torch!