In Her Polyester Pants

I caught a glance of her today, for an instant.

I hadn't seen her for a long time, just perhaps, in my memory.

But there she was this morning, as I was driving home.

The first gaze was upon the white polyester pants

and the familiar white running shoes she often wore.

Her slow gate seemed more sluggish now and she had a

walker attending her.

She had not changed too much it seemed,

at least from the view from behind.



Distractions of cars ahead blocked my vision and in that

moment love flashed in my heart and made me yearn to

see her again, to stop, and talk with her for just a

second.

I wanted to see her welcome smile, her love that allowed so much from me, and even

more to experience one hug and the words "I love you" come from someone that had

cared for me. I needed it today. I needed her reassurance.



As I drove closer and could see the frontal view of this

woman I realized (knowingly) it was not her. It could not

be so. Yet within that first moment when I had looked

upon the polyester pants had come past familiar pictures

of her memory which made it possible, for just a brief

second, to hold the warmth of her love again.



Sadly, I reflect that she is gone and not here to comfort me but what does console

me is that someday I will see her again. Yes, in my pink blossomed heaven where sky

and ground are filled with the soft colours of the magnolia tree,

I will meet her, hold her, and reminisce with her. And yes, this comforts me even

now and I hold on to this thought, and that glance, for an instant of her,

in her polyester pants.