“They call me Mister Tibbs.” ~In the Heat of the Night (1967)
A little boy came running,
so delighted to see me.
Grandpa! Grandpa! he smiled.
The time had come to grow
my hair longer, and never to
leave home without lipstick on.
Photo by Kasia Serbin on Unsplash.
Prompted by Poetic Bloomings
It's Still Life 