Your crooked fingers are trembling.
Brown age spots cover your hands.
You lift your cup to your wrinkled fine lips.
Savouring a moment to inhale the sweet smell of your afternoon tea.
You smile at me who is obviously staring,
in admiration of you, Dear old lady.
Mariette St-Denis
Poem 8
#2021mariettepoems
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC
Your crooked fingers are trembling.
Brown age spots cover your hands.
You lift your cup to your wrinkled fine lips.
Savouring a moment to inhale the sweet smell of your afternoon tea.
You smile at me who is obviously staring,
in admiration of you, Dear old lady.
Mariette St-Denis
Poem 8
#2021mariettepoems
#2021mariettepoems