She bathes at daybreak
Dons cheery floral prints
Face aglow
With a dab of Vanilla lace
And pressed face powder
Her lips bright with her
Two favorite shades
A pinkish red
Or a reddish maroon
She wakes Govinda
Climbs down planning her day
Surveys her plants in the veranda
Picks up her and old news paper
and slowly walks to the garden path
Greeting everyone
Straight with shoulders thrown back
Ignoring her footdrop
Just happy to jump start her day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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