old ladies hours

I like old ladies hours...
they put the world right
in front of  a cup of tea
and some pastries...
fancy dressed weather
they put  clouds
  out to dry...
talking over absents
and eternal departure
they smell hospital
and withered flowers...
I like old ladies hours...
so gently babbly-sitting
venerable history books..
growing like plants
are grand children
medic's so expensive
  my dear...
old ladies have green
and blue umbrellas
grey and black dresses
mauve scarf ,coquetry life..
designing the one
already gone...
old ladies burst out laughing
with a little broken glass sound...
old ladies finish their tea
flying on the motionless wings
of times and bitter memory...
perched on mumbo-jumbo bald cats
draining empty regrets, tearful  buckets
they get back to their homely of solitude....