Ode to Old When I am old- Really really old- And cannot see - Red balls of rouge- Riding- High on my cheeks, Black lines- Arching- Over my eyes, Gravy stains covering- Yellow flowers- On my good blue dress. When I am old- And cannot see - Will you please do- My grooming for me? by: Barbara A. Whittington
"All the characters who have housed my stories now have permanent apartments in my head - I still have tea with them." bw