The little tea plucker

The cold breeze brushed my cheek,
The cold wind brushed my hair,
The air was filled with the aroma of
Sweet flowers,
Then
I saw her..

A girl of eight years (close to.my age)
stood in front of me.
So close, yet, so far..
We stared at each other dumbstruck .
She was wearing a ragged dress with darts everywhere (where I wore jeans)
with tangled hair,
she stood there..

She was small, yet so strong
carrying a basket full of tea
over her shoulders,
with a determined look on her face..

I turned around.

The cold breeze has suddenly turned
into a monstrous storm,
The sweet smell of flowers,
smelt sweet no more.

◄ The wait

Courage ►

Comments

Miyurangi

Sun 19th May 2019 11:36

A huge thanks to everyone who took the time to read and comment! ❤


mona s

Sat 18th May 2019 18:36

Beautiful..

Jane Briganti

Sat 18th May 2019 14:22

A bitter sweet memory beautifully expressed. Thank you. Jane

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afishamongmany

Sat 18th May 2019 13:05

Hi Miyrangi - With few words you have skillfully captured a moment, communicated to us an important encounter. Thanks ><>

<Deleted User> (21487)

Sat 18th May 2019 08:03

Miyurangi

I am so glad that you "Stepped away from your comfort zone and shared your work". ( quote from profile)
This is a very thoughtful poem and a vivid description of a place and an event that i am never likely to see, but now i have.

Thank you,

Dorothy

PS., 'the perfect poem' is one that we would all love to write but - perfect for who?
To my humble and untrained mind, a poem should reach out and touch, convey emotion and always leave the reader with something to think about,
You have done that.

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