Forgotten, Poem by Stephanie T Castillo

I see her in my every move... She stands so tall and sure, her smile brightens the room as she appears.

A beautiful soul you can see so clear, her movements so confident without flaw,she's proud,yet humbled by her ways.

I'd like to sit and talk with her, I'd like to be like her. She's a familiar face, I can recall being in her place...

I'd like to meet her, that woman in the shaded space, she is "Me" in this crowded place...