Beautiful smile, etched across her broad face.
Gentle touch, soft, silk hands.
Careful, encapturing eyes,
Warmful hugs, warmth to warmth.
Purposeful walk, glide the floor.
Clicking of heels, narrow corridor.
I remember all the secrets.
The lies she told.
The truth she whispered.
Vanilla Fields follow her presence.
Light coloured skin, rare tan.
Shaky hands, poked fingers.
Scratchy voice, soft blend.
The advice she knew I needed,
Confiding in her when I was defeated.