While waiting for a friend in book
shop for coffee I looked at this magazine and jotted it down.
As I look into your beautiful face
The colours of your shawl light up
The big brown eyes staring at me
maybe your thoughts are wandering
out to sea
of a loved one coming home to you
the delicate make up and the pert nose
no one knows where you have come from
looking like a mystic rose
or maybe you made the shawl
the pinks and mauves that are
but chosen them to match
the flowers in the garden.