(Randyjw; May 6, 2022)

 

I know, now,

you’ll be okay.

Flash-forward

twenty years

as if only

several days.

The woman

gets on the bus

I’m seeing her

with the same face

A content, lovely spirit

grown into her natural grace

We gaze and smile at each other

brief connections

in only minutes

the moments that tend to stay

I rambled on

in pretentious polyglot

with too much information

as I do, right now

and, in your love,

you allowed me to

let me “help” you;

When you left,

I know you did this before –

and that it wasn’t déjà vu.

(I liked your bag, by the way)

and, Happy Mother’s Day!