From my window, I catch the image of a mother and child 

On their way to meet destiny’s demands 

Fine wrinkles gracefully line the once plain floors of mums face

The little girl looks up and sees her reflection in mum

and wishes to step one line ahead

To make a better life than this

From my door frame 

I see them move together into the setting sun

In synchronizing steps they head on home

With their evening meals raw materials 

Clutched lovingly for preparation of a sumptuous meal