A Lady I Know
She was a bossy, confident lady, a tad annoying,
the kind that tucked your tag in, if it was
sticking out,
or picked lint off your sweater while you were
trying to listen to a sermon.
She was gung-ho enthusiastic, sometimes trampling
over quiet ones,
a bit of a bulldozer or a hurricane storming
through.
Full of life and joy, she glided along like a
surfer on a high wave.
But when her husband of fifty plus years died,
she transformed into a lost little girl
searching for someone to hold her hand
and help her find her way again.
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