Wednesday, September 9, 2020

An Aged Migrant

For seventy years of her life she has lived in this Country
Where with her now deceased husband she raised her family
In June nineteen fifty they arrived from Italy
For one of her age she retains a great memory

A beautiful person in her own gentle way
Ageing with grace her hair is silver grey
To her children a good mother and to her husband a good wife
She says in him she found the soul mate of her life

Her husband he passed from life a decade ago
And time that ages everyone has become her foe
In her two bedroom red brick unit she lives on her own
And to all in the neighbourhood she is well loved and known

Though she speaks english well her accent she does retain
Something until death that with her will remain
For one in her ninetieth year of life she looks quite okay
And she walks in the park for half of an hour every day.

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