Bad Poetry: If I Had Known

If I had known

that despite the baby face

and still blonde hair

long before long hair came back into fashion

she'd reached age thirty

a few months ahead of me

and spoke to others as juniors because

that was how people usually spoke to her,

friendship might have

grown faster

in the first months.

In the long run it made no difference.

Her Hebrew name was Zahara

and she was, indeed, gold.

This was prompted by a prompt that appeared at the Poets and Storytellers United Blogspot during my month of Internet outage, which I think (hope) is finally over. It's a memorial tribute to the late writer, Zahara Joan Heckscher, one of the Leftmost people I've ever known and one of the dearest friends.