The three were known for venturing out.
Not ones for being in.
Their coats and gloves made them warm.
The hats and scarfs made them mad.
The buns they wore kept them tight.
The frames of life they adored.
I knew about them.
They made their mark.
Little did they know.
That someday we would write about them,
As they stood there in the snow.
What makes a woman real ?
I think it's her attitude.
The wrinkles in her skin tell all.
The things she did and knew.
No color could express the mood.
The one that they brought out.
The joy they felt each day
to be a woman in the snow.
~ JC ~
(I wrote this quick.
Busy today but wanted to get this out.
I love photos from the past.)
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