#*On my way back home from an evening walk
I noticed ,as I always do
People
And what they do
A little boy with a bag of chips
Brought a smile on my lips
I did smile at him
He smiled back munching on his chips
Barely a few minutes apart
My son's friend riding pillion with his dad
Waved at him and he gestured back
A woman and her son holding hands
Taking an evening walk
The son my age or older than me , ageing mother some illness she had couldn't understand that
Felt blessed that we have people who do care.
Thanked the son in my heart .
Then,
A little girl and her mother , hands held
Walked past me
A feeling , I do relate
From ,
What I had noticed
A few moments before, which made me a bit sad .
An old friend , a neighbour from yesteryears , she has twin sons .
I remember they were toddlers then .
One of them accompanied her
A handsome young man , Sure, he did not recognise me.
A little chat with my friend
And there , I reached home .*#
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
#*On my way back home from an evening walk
I noticed ,as I always do
People
And what they do
A little boy with a bag of chips
Brought a smile on my lips
I did smile at him
He smiled back munching on his chips
Barely a few minutes apart
My son's friend riding pillion with his dad
Waved at him and he gestured back
A woman and her son holding hands
Taking an evening walk
The son my age or older than me , ageing mother some illness she had couldn't understand that
Felt blessed that we have people who do care.
Thanked the son in my heart .
Then,
A little girl and her mother , hands held
Walked past me
A feeling , I do relate
From ,
What I had noticed
A few moments before, which made me a bit sad .
An old friend , a neighbour from yesteryears , she has twin sons .
I remember they were toddlers then .
One of them accompanied her
A handsome young man , Sure, he did not recognise me.
A little chat with my friend
And there , I reached home .*#
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