#atonewithonesself
My mother wears her metallic and luminous grey hair long —
She dons a complementary brushed-chrome suit with a gunmetal woollen jumper to shield her from the biting weather.
Her glasses - rimless, blue-tinted and square are a statement that sings: “I may be nearly 70, but don’t underestimate me!”
She is a walking, striking song —
People stop and stare as we walk by here and there,
In the busy Melbourne streets, she sashays sleek and sweet.
Some serenade her with compliments, some take pictures, many engage, asking for her take on fashion.
I love that she is now in her limelight, the spotlight - gong!
And I get to witness this exquisite woman’s moment,
That may have been lost if we’d just walked head-strong, me scurrying behind her titanium metre hair, long —
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC