Tyvabro guest house, Mahebourg, Mauritius.
It's late evening and rain had not stopped since noon,
Sitting together in the warm comfortable sofas,
A white gentleman and three white ladies all in their late 70's drinking coffee.
'Bonjour', and instantly I knew they were French.
But soon after we were drinking hot black coffee together.
From simple introduction, to topics of travel, countries and people...
Me, in my very very few words of French and they their little little English.
There was no barrier...
Often when we couldnt find the right words and meaning,
We just carry on with our mother tongues.
To our amazement, we discovered...
It was fine to talk even without complete understanding of languages,
Somehow we enjoyed every moment of it,
Laughing, having fun and more hot black coffee with local brown sugar,
Ahh...this wisdom of life's travel,
Meeting this grand family of mankind...knowing each other,
Respectful and sharing.
So... true, we are all children of GOD, ONE GREAT GRAND FAMILY! but of different colors, languages, beliefs. GOD- often mistaken! ! as we call him by different names and follow different path to reach him only ultimately! ! HE has to save his children from their foolishness. A great 10 again.
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Touching story of understanding each other across the barriers of language. A lonely voyage, a wonderful short blooming friendship with otherwise perfect strangers Very nice poem.