As Usual

On one of Her usual days
She went Her usual way.
The Bag slung as always,
Up Her shoulder, free to sway.
While Her hairs clung as always,
To Her shoulder, refusing to sway.
Her determination shines,
like a bright Sun, on hay.
While Her smile reaches,
like a white Moon, on tides gray.
That is usual in some unusual way..
Daily, I see Her pass the cross-way
with Her sight, a tapping cane!
As usual like always!