Njeri Hunjeri Poet Prose

She

She is about ninety to a hundred pounds
About four feet tall
Short hair
Normally walks fast

She 
Has that face
Her face is like a combination of anger, confusion and deep thoughts 
She never smiles
Always serious
Am always afraid to say anything to her
                Am afraid of the response

This is her face every morning

I don't understand how she can come to work like that everyday 
I feel like it's either she hates this job so much 
Or her coworkers 
Am afraid to ask her: how was your night?

I want to crack that shell
I've tried smilling, it never works
I intentionally stay away from her, I feel like friendliness agitates her
Am sure inside that shell, there's a tear, a flower and a warm blanket.

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Laura Leiser March 2, 2015 at 10:50 AM Great and insightful poetry here. Your observations are well expressed. A 7! Njeri Hunjeri March 2, 2015 at 5:47 PM Thank you so much Laura for your kind words.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 2, 2015 at 5:21 AM No matter how small the amount of love we offer to someone, it is never wasted for with the passing of time, the desired effect will bring, dear Njeri! Njeri Hunjeri March 2, 2015 at 5:45 PM That's very true. Thank you so much Demetrios for your wise words.

Arthur Vaso March 1, 2015 at 11:55 PM That only shows, its you who holds the warm blanket for those who would allow the simple act of someone being kind to them! Such sadness that even kindness is tossed to the side! But, never lose hope, even after 1000 blankets, someone will accept the warmth! Njeri Hunjeri March 2, 2015 at 12:04 AM That's very sweet of you Arthur. Your words are dripping with honey. Thank you.