In the crowd she passed me by;
Through a land I’d never been,
Might she be a mother, a housewife?
Perhaps some beauty queen.
Her teeth were almost perfect,
White soldiers in a row,
With ruby lips to frame them;
In that land I did not know.
Those stunning eyes still haunt me,
So soft, so pale, so green,
Truly the most stunning eyes,
That I had ever seen,
Her radiant smile, freely given me,
Was etched upon my soul,
Her selfless act of kindness,
Had made my spirit whole.
Then rudely wakened from my dream,
I faced mortality;
In a world that’s forgotten how to smile
…Here in reality.
Alf Hutchison
Alf Hutchison
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