The dragging of slippers echo down the deserted walkway.
Melancholy steps, only reflect the pain throughout the years.
Her journey's almost over, but not quite soon enough.
She, a life veteran, has one more battle to fight.
Her left hand grasps, a plastic bag, a dinner fit for two.
The bread was bought just down the road, with what she could afford.
Most importantly her right hand holds, the reason for her existence.
A tiny hand, so soft and youthful....

She hobbles along the same way, oblivious to her surroundings.
Having just learnt to walk, the world is such a wonder.
Her joyous personality is only overshadowed by her infectious smile.
Hand in hand they walk, their love for each other is evident to see.
Love that transends time, generations upon generations.
The night although cold, the warm hand comforts.
But that's enough for both.

ooooohh!
I likeded it! i could picture every line in my head as I read it =0)
» etheracide on 2006-09-23 09:15:37

ttz pretty nice. u really got a flair for such stuff eh..
» HellSinG on 2006-09-29 07:59:33

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