From Where I stand - a pantoum
(this is one of those in the middle of the night poems)
From where I stand,
I see her at the corner,
The light changes,
Yet, she patiently waits.
I see her at the corner,
Others cross and stare,
Yet she patiently waits,
She doesn’t seem to care.
Others cross and stare,
The sun highlights her blue streaked hair,
She doesn’t seem to care,
They are not part of her world.
The sun highlights her blue streaked hair,
The ear I can see has three earrings,
They are not part of her world,
I touch my own unpierced ears.
The ear I see has three earrings,
I wonder if I would dare,
I touch my own unpierced ears,
Shaking my head I know the answer.
I wonder if I would dare,
Why does she wear baggy clothes,
Shaking my head I know the answer,
Covering her budding woman’s body.
Why does she wear baggy clothes,
Once was asked about me,
Covering her budding woman’s body.
On the brink of adulthood, the wonderment
Once was asked about me,
As she stands so aloof, cool, yet sweet,
On the brink of adulthood, the wonderment,
She sees me turns to me and smiles.
As she stands so aloof, cool, yet sweet,
“Where have you been?” she asks
She turns to me and smiles,
"Watching you," I answer.
“Where have you been?” she asks
I just admire for the moment,
Watching you I answer,
“Oh! Mom!” she laughs
I just admire for the moment,
From where I stand
Oh! Mom! She laughs,
Yet, she patiently waits.