Maureen

Yesterday I met Maureen

sitting in the sun

A bag of bits and pieces

and what looked like  half a bun

frizzy hair quiet she was

And a big smile on her face

then she got out a compact

with glitter on the case

opened it and peered into the mirror

a quarter inch of lippy

she did wipe

over her soft lips

and occasionally took sips

from a latte drink

the carton type

everyone knows Maureen

so Sean told me

he is from the Emerald  isle

From Cork

a kindly man

buying ladies sandwiches

we all watched Maureen

really like a hawk

painting this rich red

upon her wrinkled lips

then smiling up at me

before she went

quietly down the hill

and could be walking still

but it was lovely for the moment she had spent

with us