Virginia Decker

Virginia Decker

She was the

consummate hostess,

usually to cats and the

occasional

scallywag, but not

to be messed

with, a true friend to

all, and anti-war

activist, and late-in-life

lover of

my third eye,

third oldest friend, and

man of letters whose heart got

the best of

his formidable

brain power.

Oh she could drink back

in the day, dance and

sing all night, keep odd hours and

almost not

care who cared.

onetime she painted her house

and we all

would have lost bets on

that happening.  Where

are her type

of neighborhood nurses now?

How can we

raise our children to

share the way she did?

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