A sweet-smelling scent
the beginnings of a sneeze
Too polite to turn away
Lush, cascading hair falling
pensive reflection in the window
Gorgeous amber silk skin
Her hair is a dream of my youth
I want to reach out and brush her hair
To remember my Mother’s love
A pretty young lady on the train
immersed within the mobile telephone
Yet thoughtful, regal, waiting
C & K 