strawberry lip balm

I was a child and I met a woman. She had strawberry lip balm.She listened to Three Dog night.She made posters that said "Eat grass ,3 million cows can't be wrong."
We went to see Godspell.They fell in love with  her while she fell in love with a beautiful dusk coloured man.
She knew all and beyond.
She took so many photographs.They sepia with time.Unlike my memories that I tip into small wine shaded jars and stack in my cupboard.
I smoked her mothers' menthol cigarettes.
She baked cookies for the men who came down from the hauntings of the mountains.
She left.
I visited.
And in an age so very long ago, her husband held aloft a very small child and said
"Ceri- meet Meg " ...