Gratitude to the local poet who penned this piece, and granted my request to post it here. I find her words amazingly descriptive and beautifully concise.
all that was apparent
to her
became transparent
to you
dried up daisy chains of
pinches of color
whispers of dead leaves and
delicate petals to remind me to
forget-me-nots
and i know that i
could
forget-you-not
when i recall your mechanic oily fingers
and your shirts smelling like sawdust
and a freshly harvested mint field
how you drew me a clawfoot bath
and showed me pictures of beauty queens from 1932 and1925
making me feel pretty and
special-because you said I looked just like them
~poet46
Poly Nirvana 