Thursday, September 20, 2018

Russian Dolls


I passed an old woman
who walked along the road.
Back bent and shoulders stooped,
steps straight and head bowed.

I wondered where she went.
No sidewalk and no ride,
she walked doggedly on,
cars travelled by her side.

Then I saw the outline,
a young woman, steps light,
followed by a child,
the core, full of life.

Ghosts of her past glowing,
Russian dolls each within,
Defining the woman
she has always been.

©2018 Maria Amodei


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