Suddenly reminded of a woman I once met. her name was Gloria, and I loved her. I knew her so well I forgot I had.
Gloria used to tell me of the times her mother woke her up singing,

” Morning Glory!”

How sweet she was.
This woman, fifty or so. I was ten and I wondered why she wanted to try on my glasses. We would trade. And only now can I see that there was pain in her face, age lines, and sun spots that I was much too young to see.

“Morning Glory”
wherever you are.
I’ll spend every morning saying good morning to you.

For I hope you found what you were looking for.
Because I remember you looking like you were looking.

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