Decked out in chiffon and lace
young Ella, called after mom,
never felt so grown,
rushing to mother’s call
to pilot the stroller today.
The streets to market were bare
save for a frail widow
guiding her walker to their right -
smiling at the girl in chiffon.
Without a sign, electric shocks
seized the old woman's frame,
spreading her supine like a crucifix
beside the irrelevant walker.
Battling through glazing eyes,
she clung to images of mother, stroller
and the girl in chiffon -
their cries a distant echo.
But their images presently faded
and old dear Ella returned to primal dust.
July, 2006
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Decked out in chiffon and lace
young Ella, called after mom,
never felt so grown,
rushing to mother’s call
to pilot the stroller today.
The streets to market were bare
save for a frail widow
guiding her walker to their right -
smiling at the girl in chiffon.
Without a sign, electric shocks
seized the old woman's frame,
spreading her supine like a crucifix
beside the irrelevant walker.
Battling through glazing eyes,
she clung to images of mother, stroller
and the girl in chiffon -
their cries a distant echo.
But their images presently faded
and old dear Ella returned to primal dust.
July, 2006
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