mab comes to call

She is still quick to smile
Though her eyes speak of agonies long behind her
She cries when she remembers
The more tender pangs of life’s folly
Not the horrors but the indecencies
of would be loves
And forgivenesses
despite them
She is loved by the sun
Her skin is aglow
And her eyes read a richness
That casts a shade upon her years
She has seen too much
And not enough
And she is smarter than you
But she won’t let on
She has a longer memory
Than her name sake
And she has a larger heart
To boot