It had always been her room, from the day of her birth,
Of dolls & toys, strict tutors & all those nannies of mirth,
It was her maiden´s haven, when dreaming of her prince,
Where before her mirror, she would, paint, preen & mince.
It was the room, where as a mother, she would quietly rest,
Where she´d hush her babies, nuzzling her soft milk breast,
It was the boudoir of the old Dame, she eventually became,
Of faded shawl & old books & yet, it still close held her name.
It was the room of her life & all her memories still lingered,
The scents of rose, lilac, lavender & old fabrics well fingered,
Echoing her past voices, of the child, the maid, mother & Dame,
The old sepia walls of her room, still called out her sweet name.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “I Am Woman”
About the Author
Sue Lobo is the author of three books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. Her last book “The Last Dance” was published by Creative Talents Unleashed. She has also participated in eleven poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain. The sale of this latest collection of animal themed poetry called “Wild Whisperings” published by Creative Talents Unleashed will go entirely to Save The Rhino Fund.
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