A Lady I Know
She was a bossy, confident lady, a tad annoying,
the kind that tucked your tag in, if it was sticking out,
or picked lint off your sweater while you were trying to listen to a sermon.
She was gung-ho enthusiastic, sometimes trampling over quiet ones,
a bit of a bulldozer or a hurricane storming through.
Full of life and joy, she glided along like a surfer on a high wave.
But when her husband of fifty plus years died,
she transformed into a lost little girl
searching for someone to hold her handand help her find her way again.