Waiting Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Waiting
When darkness peeps gradually
The orphan boy met a little red riding hood.
She goes to her grandma's house
When she asked where he's going
He said; 'Nowhere to go.'
'First I go there and get permission from my grandma,
If she agrees to provide you lodging tonight,
I'll be hurry to you and please wait here.' She said.
But she never returned.
It happened a very long time ago
And she must be a grandma now.
A memorable encounter. A mood picture that paints itself into the reader's consciousness. Much is left unsaid here. 10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/26/2024 8:11:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This interesting mix of nostalgia and nursery story works beautifully to evoke the bitter-sweetness of young love and aging. It's only when you have reached 'granny' status that your realize that every soul stays the same, irrespective of age or wrinkles. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥