her warm, dark eyes
watched perceptively,
beneath arched brow.
framed by her thick
brunette mane, cut short
as was her retirement.
she wore brimmed hats
for shade so her hair color
wouldn’t fade red in sun.
her coiffure was her crown,
until news of lung cancer
and chemo styled dread.
she fell ill with infection
that took her too quickly,
before chemo could begin.
at least, she was spared
losing her beautiful hair;
i wish i had one lock of it.
a poem in my pocket 
Feb 12, 2015 @ 07:43:59
Very touching!
Jan 28, 2015 @ 21:42:14
Very touching poem. So sorry for your loss, Lynn. K.
Jan 28, 2015 @ 02:13:02
A lock of love to remain in heart to see a love through eyes that never die.. to be connected and combed alive for those who make us yesterday and what we are today..for now…:)
Jan 28, 2015 @ 00:22:10
Thanks for sharing this with us today..sweet.