What it could have been.
I wrap my shawl close to me.
I look at that older sister holding her mummy’s hand.
Warmth. Love. Something that I used to have.
“Matches. Matches. Would you get a box kind sir. ”
Their pace fasten. A flurry of colors.
Red. Black. White. Green.
Parcels piled up high.
I walk pass a window.
Such a beautiful sight! A fire place.
A warm meal and soft music.
I smile and mused and thought of the warmth of the fire against my cheek….
I must have wandered into an alley.
I’m trying to find a nice place to just rest for a moment. Just a tiny bit.
Oh glorious image.
A vision of beauty before my eye.
She walked towards me her little girl in hand.
“Could I buy your matches. Come by our home and sit by our fire. We have plenty and no one should be alone. ”
I nodded my head. Too weary to protest.
I thank the heavens above me.
For today I shall have a warm place to rest….
~Everytime I watch the “little match girl ” I think. If only . If only. As winter approaches show a little kindness to someone in need. If only someone had shown her kindness indeed~