By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 20, 2016 Old Lady Talking By Christie Lund Coles I had not meant to pause at all,Except to speak, to pass the time of day,Smiling a little pityingly,For what was there she could have to say? I had not counted on her eyes,With a hunger like a child’s for bread;And surely I was not preparedFor the swift, nostalgic words she said. Quickly as a summer storm they came,The words, the details of her years,Her y...
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