The Woman with the Softest Skin
An old organ in the corner, of her living space & cherubs dancing everywhere, perfectly in place With hues of gold all through her home,
A vibrant and rich look
Crotchet owls, a blue love chair, & a little sewing nook
A green fishing box, neatly stacked with vitamins & meds.
The stiffest curls you'd ever see piled on her head.
Piercing blues eyes, hidden behind way to heavy glasses,
This woman that I speak of was adored by the masses.
Her leopard print robe she wore, just about every night.
And as the years went on, her beehive slowly dropped in height.
The one thing that she, through the years, carefully maintained,
Was her incredibly soft skin. PH well retained.
I'd ask her, how it was so velvety;
And she would then reply, with a look of pure excitement & a sparkle in her eye, "Cold Cream and lotion"
Every time she would always claim,
" and if you do this, yours as well can be the very same"
I will never forget the memories, the time just flew by,
I'd like to think of you as a cherub now soaring through the sky.