Boots 3
On the cold winters morning thermal boots are pulled on
The radio announced…ground frost and the promise of snow later in the day
And yet she is happy…
Happy because she is doing what she loves
The market is freezing in December
Icy winds blow and there is no sunlight to warm frozen hands
It’s the people you see
Fellow workers on the market, pleased to see her
Customers stopping by to give her a cup of tea
Camaraderie and friendship being formed over the selling of clothes
For years she was part of the rich tapestry that makes Preston Market special
Until illness took her away
Even her thermal boots could not help her
If you walk through Preston market one cold December day
Say hello...although you won’t see her as you pass on your way
It’s keeping a tradition alive you see…everyone said hello to her
Taken from The Poems Less Spoken
