BAKSON

My mother's classmate Sophie
has survived her,
at a feisty 93
with half her faculties intact
she happily attends
reunions and school functions.

"How can I remember your names" ?
"shame on you, chewing that gum"
"my underpants are falling off, ha ha"
"yes, that old woman is our classmate too",
no name, no name.
Is there anybody home?

These old biddies
at various stages of
physical and mental deconstruction
were the "girls"
who came to tea
on a Wednesday afternoon
not too many years ago.

One by one
they have started hanging up
their shingle.