The gentle breeze caressed her
Her blow dried hair muttering soft
The diamond sparkled in the moist air
Her pale eyes lost in thought!
'Coffee madam', my mom stood in front
Her painted fingers held the cup
Mom waved off with a nod,
What ails her, this goddess, I gaze dumbstruck!
She fiddles with her cell phone
Stares deep into the screen,
Her fingers tap wistfully
For a second I hear her breathe in!
'Hey take the cup!'
She asks with a frown,
My surreptitious glances laid bare and sore
Out of my trance, I do as I'm told!
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