I always felt she epitomised
the end of an era
Like a queen surveying
her own jazz age
She was born out of time
A moment too late
Like an exclamation mark
to remind us of former days
that never existed
We only dreamed they did
And she our patron
and our guide in this
The end of an era
Her deep intelligence
behind sky blue eyes
portrayed such endings
and beginnings
she had yet to realise
And there’s a mournful melody
I recall when I’m alone
And it seems to wear her face
And it seems to have her tone
As though I saw her in that moment
she turned to smile goodbye
At the end of an era
At the end of a sigh
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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This is so pretty. Love it. Is it for someone specific? You do not have to say if that is too private. Hugs, Sis!
Thanks Skye – no – it was based on a photo I saw of a stranger in a magazine. 🙂 🙂
Reminded me of my grandmother. Thank you.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
She was born a moment loo late… like an exclamation mark… great comparisons in this poem!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
I thought it was a puzzle, like someone I should know from history class or the news. I felt relieved when I read the comments. 🙂
🙂 🙂 Thanks!
This is very beautiful. Enjoyed reading it. Take care and have a lovely weekend.
Thank you, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful Helen you made me love her too =)
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
So beautiful ….. so beautiful.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful piece I enjoyed this very much thank you.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂