I met her for the second time;
well this time saw her
from afar,
And as my footsteps
followed on
My head turned
to steal another glimpse
of her.
It reminded me of the
amazement that I had when I knew
what had happened to her
in her younger years.
It makes me think and imagine
the time.
It makes me ponder of all the
ongoing ambivalence;
the days:
perhaps the tears but yet
those pinches of unsure happiness.
To the goal of acception
and later delight.
It makes me see her strength
No comments:
Post a Comment