The lady in a long fluffy pink coat
Over a pink roll-neck sweater,
She was suffering from invisible anxiety,
Constantly she cranes her neck behind to see
Out through the cafe door
As if waiting for someone,
She's not too sure she wants to meet.
Tugging gently at the tassel dangling from her coat
She has anxious darting eyes
Mumbling words to herself as she frequently turns
To and fro
Her lips move in mime
Nothing is heard
Nervously picking at a spot on the side of her face,
Her hair is swept back,
clipped scalp tight
Suddenly whilst she wasn’t watching the door
A woman surreptitiously arrives.
They have similar facial features.
Is she Miss Pink’s mother?
Mother rummages through Miss Pink’s carrier bags
searching for illicit, ill-conceived purchases,
laying bought goods on the table
In the full and open glare of others.
The young girl’s anxiety heightens,
Then a conscious relief
A clear audible breathful sigh
Mother has found nothing,
Mother has gained no upper ground
Even other customers are relieved
Miss Pink finishes off her sparkling water
Then affixing a matching pink facemask
They both depart,
Of course, the mother leads the way,
Surmising the mother's age from this angle
The young girl would possibly be in her mid-thirties
Looking more closely, she looks in her mid-fifties
Being this mother's daughter has been difficult.
Are her fears generated by nature or nurture?
Was anxiety developed in her mother's womb?
As Miss Pink's nervous siamese twin