Marie

She’d gamble anything, her daughter says, including unforgiven fights, drains you like a river in Spain the times she swayed, in falling snow or rain, within her blue eyes, could you ever retain,, the time she most prized, letting go as you came in, was she always that way, smoking her full strength Capstan, makes you smile anyway, chuckle on her Saint’s day, dissolve each other’s loss with gain, unhook the gas ring, boil water on the range, dogged by such things who else is to blame ?