The Change--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

The Change

She wears a demure look
Once grey hair now ashen blond
Blue eyes with dramatic lids
Skin of her face in thick lines
Yet she lights up with a
Young girl's smile
And I marvel at the transformation
telling me in excited tones
About a man from the past
who phones every morning
To inquire after her wellbeing
Oh, she's flattered you can tell
We chatter on about books and things
As we sip flat white coffees
In the café with no name

Then we say goodbye
I ask her casually
What's his name, this marvellous man
Well, that's David, my long-lost son
Didn't I tell you that?

Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia.  She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.