Neighborhood eccentric
a bit askew,
dressed for the decades
always strutted her stuff.
Peered out on the sixties
in tortoise cats-eye glasses,
black beret rakishly tipped
atop henna dyed hair.
Artistic in the seventies,
she embroidered purple zigzag
on turquoise gaucho pants.
Donned gaily colored tie-dyed tops.
Now ninety-four,
spiffy on her daily walks.
White gauzy lace gloves
firmly grasp walker handlebars.
Feet move deliberately.
Frilly laced anklets,
inside patent leather
Mary Janes.
Everyone smiles
as she lights up the street,
battery operated bulbs
on her Christmas wreath hat.
Written for Misky’s Twiglet prompt #184.
lillian the home poet 
I adore this. What a splendid character you’ve developed.
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Thank you! I had fun with this one. 🙂 I’d like to be her when I’m 94 – I’m saving my Christmas wreath 🙂
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What a wonderful woman Lilian, I can see her lighting up her street with her presence xxx
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Wouldn’t she be fun? 🙂
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I am tempted to draw my version of her 94 year old glory! Great word picture! Thank you! Nan
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Yep. I had fun with this one. I think I’d like to be her when I’m 94 — I’m saving my Christmas wreath! 🙂
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