I like old ladies hours..
They put the world right,
in front of a cuppa
and some pastries ...
Fancy weather dressed,
they put clouds out to dry ...
invoking the dearly absents ,
and eternity announcements,
they smells hospital ,
and withered flowers.
I like old ladies hours ...
So gently babbly sitting ,
venerable chit chat book,
talking about time and cumulus,
living room hibiscus in memoriam...
-Have you heard from Mary Poppins ? -
Old ladies have bleached blue umbrellas,
grey and grave decorum dresses,
coquetry left and dead leaves ...
Old ladies always laughing ,
with a little broken glass sound ...
Then perched on their grandma broom ,
flying away on the wings of Peter Pan,
returning to cook some home made
of solitude ...