Remembrance

I met her first when

she was seventy seven.

I Met her in prime of youth,

I saw her clear Latin face

so bold and sweet from afar

when I met her first.

.

She talked sweetly

She laid calmly

She had power.

But I was impatient

and we really couldn’t bond.

.

She taught me

that flowers have perfume,

she taught me elegance,

even if not learnt then.

She had power, she showed.

And said, your Friday visit won’t be.

I took her orchids for a change, not roses

And then she was gone.

I heard, a rose was on her bed, a red one

Before she was taken away.

For the first time a rose

was laid so at the place by anyone.

She won always, she likes the winnings,

She was a winner so.

I remember her.

Her name was Victoria.

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