Old Woman Reflections

Seems no matter what time of day, she's always sitting in that window....

The best years behind her now

kids running to and fro no more

wonder what's in store for 

this old women and her shoes

deep set eyes of wisdom

darkly shadow'd, begs for more

sits at the window of destiny

a cooled cup of tea leaves

gently grins as strangers pass

I counter a polite smile back,

makes me ponder how much longer/

before I'm window'd in that reflective view

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

I liked this one a lot, Frieda. She looks like someone in need of a friend to enjoy her morning tea with. How many lonely older people sit at windows and watch the world go by - too many I'm afraid. We all will end up at that window someday, if we're lucky, I guess.

[Frieda P]

I think so Joyce, I don't know her at all, just see her face at that window every time I pass, gets me to thinking, perhaps I should ring her bell one day, thanks for your kind words.

[h d e rushin]

great perception in this one Frieda. The voyeur inside all of us observes the unsuspecting,
until the unsuspecting becomes us.

well done.
dana

[Firestone Feinberg]

Very delicate and perceptive poem. None escape that window... but isn't that better than never to have gotten there? Frieda you are a genius. xD

She looks like the perfect Nonna, dear, I had one in Italy like her... (from my friend). She lived in the same high appartment, and looked always like this over her balcony edge, made me fly back in the times, of Taranto, and Bari.... lovely short poem Frieda. :)

- Elisa

[00000000000000000000000..]

Smiles, we take what we seen and smile back, and I am sure it gets that time will do the same:)

[David Scott]

Ha!
The firs thing I thought was, "How the heck could Frieda know anything about how and old woman could feel?" ;)
Your best years are ahead of you I think.
Also, the darkness behind the "window'd" woman is only a veil hiding the eternal youth of an infinite life beyond this world... Old age here is like the dry out remains of the cocoon left behind by a chrysalis transforming into the butterfly.
But what do we know if such things? We are young and full of life still, you and I and all poets who yet wield their creativity.

[redflutterby]

I'm pretty sure I'll be that woman one day...hope I'll be smiling at passerby's as well. If I'm lucky a few people will smile back.

[Marie]

I guess I'm one of these women, and I'm alone...but not lonely...

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, yes, if we are fortunate, we will be that old woman gazing at the world through a window one day. She waits for a smile from a passerby....you gave her a gift. What a warm write. Your compassion is touching. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Simply superb my sweet friend. This poem to me was like watching an old black and white movie...the kind that made you cry in the end. This woman you described seems very lonely to me and I am sure your smile is the highlight of her day...it would be mine. Very well written Frieda, your heart shines through in this piece.

[Tom]

This poem flows so well and is full of pathos, let age not diminish but increase our respect !

Lots of character and humanity in this Frieda, top write once more 100% as always from me !