Seeing through her eyes
The silence bores a hole through me
bringing with it moans and grumbles from the stuffy rooms
“How do people live like this?”
I thought I had to save them
I had to break into their deserted world
and show them a whole new world.
I talked about family;
about love and life.
The room is silent safe for Isma
and the white frail lady;
Mary, whom she talks to.
“I have no family” Doreen breaks in
“no children and no love”
I look into her blank glazed pupils,
my hand gently finding her soft freckled palms
“Know what Doreen? I am your family
I am your child. You just found love”
The glass shatters, falls as tears
soaking our palms
I feel the salty liquid on my lips
And realise that I too had been crying
She smiles at the knowledge of my smile
and our tears merge on the sofa
and slide down; as though washed away,
“You both look drunk” Mary says
breaking into our reverie
Doreen burst into a hearty laughter
And I join in.
The room gets filled with murmurs,
– United World College Student Magazine –