Crown of Silver

MY TRUE COLOURS

http://poopsiestruecolours.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-colours-thursday-silver.html
SILVER

CROWN OF SILVER

Not a close friend, not close at all, but someone I admired.

She belonged to my social club; she, also, was retired.

She was noted for her manner, which was elegant and kind

And, when she was our President, we happily walked behind.

I was jealous of her silver hair, which so lit up her face,

And the way it gently waved with never one hair out of place.

At meetings I would see it shine; envy would fill my heart.

But, last week, Elaine took her leave. Our friend had to depart.

It will be strange at meetings, not to see her there.

And I hate to think it no longer exists! Her beautiful silver hair!

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Another very personal poem on the same subject here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-red.html