In the Tram
She's lost in thought,
Childhood memories flash through her,
They come like torrents,
Opening the door to her mind,
In her, her past finds a place.
She reminisces on fond and bitter memories,
A deluge of stories,
Separated from her family at an early age,
She journeyed through the unknown,
She was saddled with the untold.
She walked through eerie nights,
She was cocooned in life's shadows,
She sojourned through shrivelled meadows,
Gradually she walked towards the light,
A helping hand reached for her.
Tears stream down her eyes,
She turns around,
The newspaper has a hold on the man,
The ladies are neck-deep in their discussion,
A man looks away probably lost as she was.
September 24, 2023.
Paul Gustave Fischer Painter - the tram
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