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Cherry Blossoms


There was this old lady
Near my place.
I say "Good Morning"
And she answers
"I will tell you Good morning
When morning really comes"
She tells me her nephew will be visting today.
But he doesn't come.
Ever.
And she says quietly,
"It is so peaceful
When you dont have any one to wait for".
Her words demand silence.
She is well over ninety,
Everyone says she is demented
Waiting for her nephew who will never come.
And never complaining she is lonely.
She is still so very pretty
I tell her she must have been ravishing in her youth.
She smiles.
She looks happy.
And then,
Before the nephew could come
With the cherries
Or was it cherry blossoms
For her,
She left.

Comments

Pradeep VM said…
Pardon me. I just had to remember her again.
10:08 AM
Anonymous said…
That was very touching, Loner. I found it to be very poetic.
9:41 AM
Unknown said…
That was so thought provoking but sad. I have a daughter who is so self-absorbed that I have threatened to have my family not tell her when I die. Just kidding. But really we must stay in touch with our selves and those around us before it is too late.
7:48 AM
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