There she sat, upon the dark grey rock.
Who was this lady, with silver hair and laced up boots?
She gazed upon me, I felt warm and whole.
What was she doing there, in that quiet spot!
Her long dark coat well worn,
Her skin had a lovely glow,
A beauty i would say, in her day.
Who was she?
She looked so strong, for a lady of her age.
Was she just resting, or waiting for a lift?
I'll never know!
Or was she my Guardian Angel? I hoped so!
I waited nervously the next day, for the Doctor to say,
It's Good News!
The Silver haired lady came to mind,
With the friendly face, and warm smile,
Who was she?
Was she sent from up above, maybe to give me a sign?
For that, I'll never know.
Jayne Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem