I couldn't quite believe it when I saw her in the aisles .
We clung onto our trollies,faces wreathed in silly smiles.
Giggling by the frozen peas the years just fell away
And she looked the way she always looked when I saw her today
I heard of her adventures & how her girls had grown.
How she'd left old what's his name,preferred it on her own.
Heard of all her studying,heard of her degree
And I thought it best glossed over,the way it's been for me.
No need to knock her out with a loaded punch of truth,
Safer just remembering selected shots of youth.
I'll tell her when she visits,soften it with tea
Cushion it with do-nuts,then she'll know it's me.
Fan-bl**dy-tastic. Splendid. And short. IMHO a good long poem can be made into an even better short poem.
and thankyou to you Turnip !