25 October 2010

Still A Woman

I sat on the bus and watched
while she struggled
to hear, to understand
while she tried not to be
a bother, a hindrance.
Others around her
ignoring, pretending
she didn't exist.
Invisible to them.


Because of the lines
on her face, her oneness,
her need to be helped?
Did they look at her
and see only "elderly"
"useless" "unwelcome"?

Look at her again and see
"daughter" "wife" "sister"
"mother" "friend" "lover".

Look at her
and see
behind the lines,
a woman, still.

1 comment:

  1. a beautiful tribute to the silent and unseen...