I see her everyday...walking with her two little kids. Down the road she goes...I have even seen where she lives! She is just another woman, barely 28...and yet there is something about her that makes me think so deeply about her...i don't know what! Every time I look at her, she seems so different. I wonder the kind of childhood she probably has had, I wonder the kind of relationship she has with her husband, I wonder how she felt when she became a mother, I wonder what she thinks of life, of God, if she has ever loved and lost...I want to peer into her innermost thoughts and all i get is a mere glance! And yet...she makes me think...she makes me wonder...Does she feel loved when the wind blows into her face? Does she get filled up with the fragrance of fresh flowers? Does she look at the moon every night and get mesmerized by its beauty? Does she try drowning her troubles in the ocean? Does she feel insignificant beneath the blue sky? Does she write poetry to express her passion, her love? Does she still remember the first day she kissed, the first time she made love, the first time she heard her baby breathe? Does she remember the first time she felt like a woman?
I see her in the black veil that she uses, to hide herself from the world...that the only man in her life has so lovingly wrapped her with...the veil that only he takes off every night to behold what is so precious to him...to love the one who so belongs to him, to love the one who has borne all the pain to bring his little children into the world. And I feel these tears swelling up somewhere, not in my eyes...my somewhere deep in my heart! What if i were her and she was me? What if...