Some Spoke Of Her The Gypsy Lady Poem by Marcia Schechinger

She heard music
throughout her life
knew it could be melancholy
or jubilant

Some spoke of her the gypsy lady,
fortune teller
holding the card of death
or change

Others referred to her as the sun
gathering children and
lovers within
to smile once she glanced

I knew her only as the fiery dance
springing into whatever steps
her environment predicted

Glimpse at her once and be taken
glimpse twice and you're on her lips
The smile, the frown
the formidable hum
the melody in her head
everylasting