Sonia Walker Poet Prose

Walking the Mall

Walking the mall on a Sunday afternoon,

sidewalk sales entice the crowds

looking for bargains on their tight budgets,

couples in love holding hands,

shopping together and dreaming of new furniture,

sounds of crying children in rented strollers

echoing throughout the mall

while stoic mothers push them 

from one shop to another,

among the busy shoppers are the single

and lonely people who walk the mall,

looking for discounts among the scratched

and dented sections of broken hearts.

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Ovidiu Bocsa April 14, 2016 at 12:22 PM Congrat: I enjoyed couples in love holding hands like in a drawing of a child who explains why do they hold hands...or like in a serial movie of Kieslowsky on Decalog , in the scene where a scientist is asked by his kid what is God, and as he couldn`t answer, while the aunt of the same kid explained by embracing him. Sonia Walker April 14, 2016 at 12:34 PM Ovidiu, thank you for your kind coment. Malls provide a means of some entertainment for many people. All the best, Sonia.