The Lady With Red Hair

My eyes were raised by the lady with red hair

of her presence I was aware.

Radiant and elegant you could only admire

her hair twinkling like fire.

As the sun filtered through cloudy skies

nature her gifts supplies.

 

Such a winning smile the lady with red hair

how I tried not to stare.

Pressurised in a busy working environment

seemingly calm and content.

Or maybe it was just my own personal view

and I had not a clue.

 

Was my perception of the lady with red hair

of a lonely man sat there.

Admiring the beauty that pleased the eye

watching the time go by.

Contented with the service and nice smile

enjoying company for a while.

 

I left happy to have met the lady with red hair.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Together

They had been together for sixty years

never knowing anybody else.

In love and never apart only in the war

happy contented and loyal.

Having their families always close by

the unity nobody could deny.

 

From their first meeting they both knew

destiny was being together.

Love blossomed and were soon married

but Charlie joined the army.

And Annie worked in the local factory to

while the first-born was due.

 

Never wealthy life was hard yet were happy

five children brought up well.

Enjoying their grandchildren into old age

sadly Charlie became ill.

Passing leaving Annie his life to celebrate

a wonderful life long mate.

 

The family knew mum could never be sad

as their love bridged death!

Understanding his physical body had gone

yet their spirits intertwined.

Less than a year later Annie quietly died

now Annie was by Charlie’s side!

 

Nobody mourned as mum and dad were with them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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