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| David and Frieda on their wedding day |
My memory of Frieda
She waits wearing her jacket with the fur
collar,
Perfectly
still, perfectly made up, her handbag on her lap,
If she is anxious it doesn’t show
She is as still as a statue, her snow white
hair neat and combed
Her legs close together, her skirt pulled down,
Her gloves held loosely, rest on her handbag,
Her handbag, by the way, is empty except for a
lipstick and her change purse,
She waits for her children to take her out for
the holidays,
Perfectly still, perfectly made up, neatly
coiffed, she is silent and waiting.
Still, small in her jacket with the fur trim,
Her gloves and her handbag in her lap
