They Weren'T Alone Poem by Imdauel Blah

My grandmother sent me to take bread.
Perhaps I went happily, perhaps I went grumpily.
I forget
But I remember what I saw.
A mother and her child, the scene was perfect!
A loving mother with her child,
Holding her hands as she lands her steps.
As I looked at her mother,
And her eyes caught my sight
And the goodness that dwells in that child,
It was obvious and for eternity more.
That was the first time I saw Habeepti
The very first time!
And they weren't alone, O' they weren't alone.