Snippets

Her looks made me double-look
Her body, slim and thin, bore similar resemblances to someone whom I know
Someone close enough for me to call her
Grandma

She scooped the crackers out of the box
With her hands wrinkled from age
Hands that had seen the world for so long that they don’t care anymore
Till the flesh were no different from the skin

She rummaged through her little purse
Finding the right amount to justify the worth
Piece by piece I see her flip; I thought she hadn’t had any
Till a smile gleamed on her face

Off she went to catch the train
No rushing, no panicking
For her legs could only carry her thus far

Yet it seemed as if time was on her side
Through patience and belief
She made it, much to my relief

But her breath wasn’t heavy, her spirits still high
It was me who was left wondering
Why, oh why

The train stopped, our destination much akin
Then she stopped right before the gantry
Uncertainty seemed to creep in
Her face never changed; calm and confident

I carried on with my journey
Unable to resist the temptation
I turned my head for one last time
Seeing that mirage of an angel, nearly a tear drop by

Our eyes connected, pierced through the waves of human congestion
She seemed to be telling me something
One that puts my heart to an ease
Till now I couldn’t convey what she really meant

An angel in disguise
Her headgear purple, her blouse blue
Who are you
Who are you