Strange
Mildred Bowers Armstrong
Strange–to grow up and not be different,
Not beautiful or even very wise,
No winging-out the way of butterflies,
No sudden blindfold-lifting from the eyes.
Strange–to grow up and still be wondering,
Reverent at petals and snow,
Still holding breath,
Still often tiptoe,
Questioning dew and stars,
Wanting to know!
This made me think of my friend Mary Lou who passed away last month. I wish I could share this with her. She wd have appreciated it. I miss her. Someone asked me a question the other day, and I said "ML would know" and then I remembered ...
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