Seated at my common favorite coffee place – Cafe de Nero, a gentle old lady always seated in a spot next to me 6 feet apart. Quietly doing my work and writing my poem, I start the conversation – “How are you doing mum?” , I am alright she answers back. I respond your fine does not seem fine, I feel there is something wrong. If you do not mind am happy to listen and look forward to you sharing your experiences.
Not every fineness that comes is really fine, I have seen a lot of experience where people get eaten up and they lack someone to listen to them, someone they can be able to share with what is going on in there lives. I shut down my laptop and gave her all the concentration she deserved she started to speak, and I spoke back encouragements and experiences.
Walking through experience I have encountered, Loneliness in plenty, hungry in abundance, tears in the enthusiastic moments, sorrows of joy and pains of disgruntlement not forgetting being lonely in the middle of the crowd, and lastly experiences of speaking to the walls.
She opened up – “I lost my husband who I have been taking care of for the last 54yrs and now I am only left with a son who is married. He spends time with his wife. From the time I lost my husband, there is no one I share with my experience and I come to the coffee shop to meet people”
I felt a deep sorrow and pity for the lady, and this reminded me of my friends who have been there for me through these challenging times.
The legacy that women play in men’s life is so tremendous and this cannot be disputed. In my life, I have seen the power of women, the strength of the woman. A woman will remain a woman who gives tender loving care at all times and conditions. I dedicate this poem to the women “Woman of Power”