This poem is inspired by an incident which happened to me in real life.
A shadow play called life
A grubby little hand reached up
to tap at my window
unclaimed by a face
tap tap tap
Ignoring the persistent rhythmic plea
I looked out at a brown tinted world
Vehicles momentarily leashed
by the red glow of a traffic light
snarling, growling predators of the road.
Swarms of humanity scuttling across
Emboldened by the moment.
A change in rhythm
Broke my reverie
Two grubby little hands now
Yet unclaimed by a face
Fascinated, I watched
As a shadow play unfolded
Hands folded in a plea
Two fingers and a thumb joined
to form a mouth moving wordlessly
“Hunger” I thought
A curved palm swayed menacingly
“The vicious snake of poverty”
it seemed to me
Two hands joined at the wrist
to form the snapping jaws of a crocodile
“Cruel world” I deciphered
Thumbs linked, hands flapped
as a bird flew across my window
“But I still have dreams”.
Down slid the brown screen of my window
Revealing the world’s true colours.
Bending out as I looked,
She laid claim to the grubby little hands
A mop of matted unruly curls
Barely reaching the bottom of my window
Toothless grin lighting up a dirt stained face
Delighted with her award-winning performance
But I was mesmerised by her eyes
Glittering honey brown diamonds
Shining with life
Filled with dreams.
I reached into my bag
And handed her some money.
Without a word she took it.
As my car inched forward
I looked back to see,
Two grubby little hands
Forming a perfect little heart.