Hello, Anna, I tell the TV
quietly, only me here to see
when she appears, as she does
occasionally, in her public role –
old now, but not as old as me, and still
unbelievably beautiful.
A beauty that in youth attracted tragedy.
But you have survived, Anna, and survived well.
And, sadly, there is no-one else
who knew you then, still alive to tell.
Inspired by the Up Close & Personal prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads', but linked to their Tuesday Platform.
