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.

[Angi]

Oh, I like this one so much. I used to take care of the elderly and I knew a woman who was 101 years old. She was sharp as a tack. We would flip through her photo albums. This woman had travelled the world. Never married, she preferred the company of women. Her pictures told the story. She was always entwined with beautiful women in them. She never came out and said she was a lesbian, but her eyes twinkled when she talked around the subject. This piece has me remembering Ms. Charlotte. Thank you for that. I hope I have somehing to twinkle about when it is my turn to be framed by that window. Nicely done, Frieda. Angi~

[Frieda P]

Oh she sounds like a hoot Angi, I definitely want purple hair when I'm older, if I have to sit at that window might as well make it interesting eh? I really need to find out this old woman's story too......you never know, thanks for your thoughts here.

[s y e]

Awwww the poor wee lady, maybe she is waiting for a lover to come back or a son? Maybe she is passing the time... although that might be pretty boring.... Maybe she is looking out the window for a specific reason; looking out 'cause she has a million questions she wants to know the answer to and uncover the world’s stories. What’s over there? What’s beyond? Let curious eyes lead you into stories like fuse leads to dynamite. Maybe she is trying to figure out how she could drop everything and go away for a while. Maybe she wants to travel? Maybe she won't let the urgency of her growing up make her feel guilty for doing whatever it is she wants to do while she is still fit enough to have the conviction to know she wants to do it. Let herself get to the big things in her own time - she should be hopelessly idealistic.
Or maybe there is more to her that we don't know....

This really spoke to me Frifri -- I could go on and on but I won't bore ya, aha. Lovely job.

"darkly shadow'd, begs for more
sits at the window of destiny
a cooled cup of tea leaves
gently grins as strangers pass"

-- I loved this, you've written this amazingly well.

Flip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Frieda P]

All good questions noodlebumble, I guess all this 'resting' made me think about her plight more, seems so melancholy most days, with that forced grin, I bet she has some good stories to share, thanks for your insights here luv! xo

[s y e]

I think she'd have some great stories to share! Always a pleasure. xo

[Frieda P]

When I get an iota of energy back, I think I'll drop in on her now that I think about it, perhaps a new poem. ;-) x

[s y e]

SLAP! Let me know.....! x

[Frieda P]

Haha, smiling here, will do...........! x

[s y e]

Grazie amore! x

[Pryde Foltz]

Waiting for something to happen, I guess. Or maybe, sob, someone to come back.

[Frieda P]

Perhaps, she always looks so forlorn to me, sad really.