There she sat, upon the dark grey rock. <br />Who was this lady, with silver hair and laced up boots? <br />She gazed upon me, I felt warm and whole. <br />What was she doing there, in that quiet spot! <br />Her long dark coat well worn, <br />Her skin had a lovely glow, <br />A beauty i would say, in her day. <br />Who was she? <br />She looked so strong, for a lady of her age. <br />Was she just resting, or waiting for a lift? <br />I'll never know! <br />Or was she my Guardian Angel? I hoped so! <br />I waited nervously the next day, for the Doctor to say, <br />It's Good News! <br />The Silver haired lady came to mind, <br />With the friendly face, and warm smile, <br />Who was she? <br />Was she sent from up above, maybe to give me a sign? <br />For that, I'll never know.<br /><br />Jayne Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silver-lady/
