Monday, April 11, 2005 @7:25 pm
The Boy
I saw a boy
He was maybe five
He stood beside her
She was maybe fourty-five
He clung to her
Like she was the world
She fondled him and held him tight
She was afraid to let him go
She was tired
She squated on the floor
He tried to climb into her lap
She pushed him off
Nonetheless, he plomped himself on her lap
She look down at him with eyes screaming fatigue
He patted her head
She tries her best to stay awake
A once attractive face
Now lined with wrinkles and heavy with bags
What is her story
I wonder
He squirmed in her arms
She would not let go
The face full of curiousity
For the world around him, the people around him
He had so much more to find out
He looked up at him
We spoke with our faces
Him with his questioning little eyes
I mouthed good bye
He waved
He stared after me
That little face full of hope