Angel

the struggle next door storms and upturns her world. the cruel blows and weak pleadings of the wayward son and his mom cut deep into her heart. this little life episode she wishes is just a dream, a bad dream that she usually forgets after a few days. but now the dying mother, her friend next door, keeps appearing in her imaginations pushing her to that section of her life where she keeps between herself and the almighty. the sweet grape juice that tastes so bitter this morning. as she washes her own little cute white thing in the bathtub she prays that she would be able to bring out the angel in the child; an angel that would throw a dime to the beggar in the street and fill up the days of those in the autumn of their lives with joyful notes - like the beautiful colourful leaves of the season that fall in so many ways to entertain us.