"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful."
The way her small smile extends;
the brim of her hat protecting,
capturing its radiance.
Her cheeks, flushed a deep red,
darkened only by the shadows,
of the worn, woven straw.
Her eyes, a dark, vibrant brown,
dancing with soft melodies,
as she hums with warm breath.
"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful",
he said,
*"How interesting is that?"
As I stood with my hat.
Somehow his little comment was the highlight of my day. A poem about myself inspired by a kind man with sweet words.
