Sitting close, cool up to our necks
Warming the pool with our burns
Watching my cousin’s hair dance over her face
And thinking nothing, for once
Then, walking down slow,
With her husband in tow
A stranger, I felt I knew well
This is a queen, no mistaking her grace
Her eyes met mine and smiled
And I wanted so deeply to be known by her
And to be called her Grand-Daughter Girl
How can I tell of the beauty she wore?
Even in old age,
remarkable
Smile gently stitched onto her lips
Hand sweeping the fake waterfall
I felt I must love her
And seldom have I admired so deeply
A stranger etched into my heart
And I thought that if I should reach those rich years,
I’d want to be just like her-
With ivory skin,
Wisdom in spades,
And gray curls tucked right into place.
Turning my head as I walked away
I regretted leaving that place
And seeing her there almost brought me to tears
For lack of knowing her name
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