Wednesday, September 03, 2008 4:52 PM
because they want to see you
Do you notice how the tiles on the floor all meet each other at some point? That each tile is somehow connected to the other regardless of how faraway it is.
There were four tiles that were different, even special - they were under a lady with snow-white hair and a smile that matched the deliriously happy one on the banner. It's clear that both were smiling for absolutely different reasons. I, for one preferred the smile of the one sitting in the seat above these four tiles.
She had moments when she looked as if her thoughts blocked out the rest of the world. Nothing seemed to matter outside her head. She seemed the type that would have thoughts that could burn a hole in your own thoughts.
There were moments when nothing outside her and the two people next to her existed. These were moments when her smile and laugh was cheery and genuine and oblivious to the world watching her. If time could slow down, it would, if only to keep her good cheer for a little longer.
As all were in that waiting area, she had worries. Sometimes she had a look so forlorn that you think of things to do so her laugh would return. But nothing brought it back. Nothing silly and even nothing appealing to her maternal instincts brought it back.
Nothing could have done it the way her son did with a less than funny joke about numbers on the screen. He had a power none had. Their hands accidentally brushing while he shook his head figuring out how to work a presentation for work brought her slight smiles. His hand over her shoulder made that slight smile a little wider.
His acceptance at taking care of everything but strong refusal at having to carry her lady bag made all of us smile.
It's nice to think that just like the four tiles beneath me are connected to the four tiles beneath her, we could somehow be connected too.
Because then, I could offer her white chocolate(that would match her hair) for making major, could be more, no guarantee just that little bit more bearable.I'd love to sit with her some day and tell her how these subtle moments helped me to trust through a heavy heart.
minx wrote at4:52 PM
