Meeting

Eyebrows powdered neatly,

the white hair line,

gold framed glasses shone,

on her deep-set eyes.

Her hair wavy,

tied in a pony tail,

wide pleats shone bright,

trailing her red lipstick.

Her wavering hands,

pushing her walker,

step by step,

she moved.

In a new world,

giving second look and more,

she looked around,

then pausing here and there.

Carrying with in her,

In her weak frame,

Was her very own, I could see,

A massive whole universe.

Her youth, her splendour,

her sadness, her losses,

he glories, her laurels

her near and dears.

I said a soft hello!

in return her eyes shone,

Coming near me,

She spoke loudly.

“Today is seniors’ day,

I get some discount,

my sister told,

about the store”.

She pointed to the deals,

Along the shelves,

With a mischievous laughter,

Continuing the conversation.

 I saw in her,

the spark of a little girl,

I smiled back,

Looking at her close.

A very mirror image,    

me not far behind,       

her very own clone,

was now in my gaze.

I said bye bye,

She shook her head,

I walked out of the store,

Amused!

noticing tiny creases,

on the back of my hand.