dolores

she was a sweet woman,

at least

when i met her,

our relationship was not very

long.

and when word reached

me of her death

at 92

it darkened my heart

more than i thought

it would.

how kind in greeting

or farewell she was,

sitting her chair,

a kiss to each cheek,

whispering gossip

about her children

and husband,

a neighbor,

that i dare not repeat

or tell.

i truly liked that side of her.

with her bird like

voice, the french

in her still there. the wry

grin.

she'll be missed.

she was a soft feather, 

now in the air.