Yes! the final poem! It has been quite a race, but strangely, I enjoyed the challenge.
And I want to end it with something heart-warming. ( I hope it is )
In the train going home, my daughter fell asleep in my lap. Minutes earlier, she was colouring pictures in a book, her face determined, intense. I did not know that Mickey Mouse had a red face, but that's how a six year old girl pictured it. The crayon was still in her hand, and I gently removed it, packed it back in the box of colours and kept it in her bag with the book and bottles. Even in the cool air, her face was warm, and I wiped perspiration off it. Holding her, I settled down in the seat for the journey home.
And that was when I saw the lady in the opposite seat smiled at us.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2009