once told me when she was
seventy five
that she felt like she was
still a young girl
near twenty
working as a secretary
as the war
raged on.
it was fun she said.
the excitement.
riding the train up from
north carolina.
meeting kenny, the man
she'd marry.
and eventually bury
after a long sweet life.
i could see the sparkle in her
eyes.
almost in tears,
but smiling.
oh my, she'd say. my oh my
how the time
does fly.
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