Lady in Green
By Leslie Noyes
sitting all alone in a bistro at noon, she was beautifully wrinkled, a smile for the ages.
Similarly alone, yet slightly less wrinkled, I claimed a seat in a nearby booth.
Waving my fingertips to catch her attention, I complimented her vibrant style,
Told her that particular shade of green suited her well, that she looked lovely.
She blushed an innocent shade of rose, saying, “Then I will wear it every day.”
We ordered, then discussed the importance of kindness as we munched our separate
Salads. I asked if she’d let me take her picture. There was that blush again.
After wiping a smudge of ranch dressing from the corner of her mouth she nodded permission.
It didn’t occur to me until I’d left the cafe that I should have asked her name.
I shared the picture of my anonymous lunch companion in a snapshot post a few days ago. The more I thought about her, the more I knew she needed her own poem.
My suggestion to my readers–find someone and tell them they’re lovely. Watching them blossom will make you feel lovely, too.