Mother

"I apologize" at last she spoke and broke the spell. Punctuating the stillness of the waving sleets.
"You look so much like my boy."
"~He followed Prince Bagration and his army west. And followed him too, to the next life."
"...but I think he would have grown to your age now."

"With age, these eyes can only settle for quaint misunderstandings."
The sleet danced in the silent streets, ignorant of the stories that were.

"You should go home." At last she continued sweetly, but not before studying his face again,
"Your family must be expecting you now."

Then her eyes brightened some what, taking on the aquamarine hues that she once had.
The woman then departed with her parasol, and with her, her stories.

Music while working: Iris DeMent - Leaning On The Everlasting Arms
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGbxrNqK4-4&ab_channel=SoulOfCastile