Her weathered eyes tell me she’s seen some things; Her neatly knitted red hat each stitch each seam; She speaks not it seems in complex phrases; She could have been here three decades but to you she’s the same as; That Chang that Chong, too many Wong’s its wrong; Like her only place at the … Continue reading What Her Weathered Eyes Tell Me – A Poem
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