Old ladies hours

    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 ...