she can already hear that thunderous sound. she can already see across window car, as she gazed up in blue
a white winged vehicle, soaring sky.
she can hear that increasing strident sound from the Wright brothers white winged craft
as she get nearer and nearer. and nearer.
car stop. she’s here. she was here. she’s been here. she’s here..
gates. flights. terminals. departure.. luggage. passport, travel documents, ticket.
she ican see a woman and a man and children. a massive number of people.
friends. relatives. lovers. couples. families.. children.. oh! the children..
she witnessed them weep .. a friend. a sister. a brother. a lover. a wife. a husband.
and the children.. oh! the children..
throbbing. shrugging in tears. for their mother. for their father.
Hush…. Hush…hush… hush………..
Oh! and yes I saw it there.. a young girl, maybe eight or nine years old, with a mark on her left face, birthmark perhaps
with a brown complexion wearing a white shirt and a faded blue short, whose hair is tightly coiled in a black braid
grasping, gripping on a man’s leg.. clamp.fastened.
trembling.. howling .. gasping her breath.. the hair that was earlier beautifully, tightly tied are now all down flowing to her face as her mother tries to pull her away from a man.
a tall, brown man with a bulky chest and thick forearms with a hair that was black as coal.
“ I promise I’ll come back..” I heard the man whispered as she kissed the young girl goodbye
turn his back and walk away.. vanished in the crowd.. like a smoked blew by the current
Buzzzz…. Buzzzzzzzz…. Buzzzzzzzz…
There comes the sound again.. from the Wright brothers white winged craft
She was there… she’s been there… and now she’s here… she’ here again
a lady with a mark on her face.. a birthmark perhaps, maybe a twenty four years of age.. walking back and forth..
waiting.. walking.. waiting.. walking back and forth
and from a distance.. she saw a man approaching .. with a familiar face… that face..
it’s like a face in your dream painted by blurredness
a face that you will barely remember, recall as you wake up the next morning
as she stare on the man’s face.. she notice lines in the man’s brow, with a crumple face and
a white, gray hair.
Oh yes! Oh sure! The man..that man…he came back.. he cameback..
but he’s wait he’s not alone?
behind him is a woman whose arms wrapped around with the old man’s arms like a serpent grip on its prey
she couldn’t remember her face.. not even in her dreams..
she can’t remember . she doesn’t know her
It’s not her sister.. not her mothuer either
she’s just a woman.
the other woman…