First off’s, sorry for not posting in a while; I’ve been rushed off my feet!
Second of all, I hope you enjoy the poem I wrote. 🙂
The Old Woman
When I was walking my dog
The other day, in the Great British Weather
(IE: the pouring rain),
I saw an old woman,
Crossing the road.
She was unremarkable
In many ways.
Her hair, clothes, stance.
But her eyes;
They gave away the story.
There were crinkles at the sides:
But, then again,
Her eyes had a sadness in them;
As if they had witnessed a great horror.
I helped her across the road
And she said I should be on my way; so I went.
But when I got home, I realised that I should have stayed.
Because I never saw her again.