Old Fashioned Lady Poem by Hanna Abideen

She was someone behind the times
Never desired to come to the modern scenes
I feel vintage, vintage and vintage
Since she was a stencil portrait for wall decor

Cozy blankets can never be my companion
Like the way she was to me indeed
I feel sacred, serene and slow
The words she left for my glow

She was that old fashioned lady
Who cannot imagine the short journey of
Chivalrous classic love to monthly dating

She was that old fashioned lady
Who was fond of classic perfumes of eighties
I used to know them as old lady perfumes

She was that old fashioned lady
Have never seen without a scarlet vermilion
On her white broad forehead

She was that old fashioned lady
Who thinks pink suit girls more than blue
And skirts suit them more than denims

She was that old fashioned lady
Who thinks fast foods are artificial
And poisoned to kill humanity

She was that old fashioned lady
With a golden heart full of unconditional love
She is my mother, selfless for me
Saved me even from the hands of death
But death taken her and left me alone in despair