Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Every weekend
This lady would come to our house
And we would learn Punjabi with her
Round
Big
Unfortunately scary
Black as her eyes were
She would make us have
Tears in our eyes
Whenever we did something wrong
Every weekend
To me….
Old creepy lady
Would come and ruin our days
She was a really a disciplined lady
Always confident
Being proud of who she was
And needed everything done perfectly
It would rain if you see her smile
Every weekend
In class sometimes not do my work
And just look at her
Of course I got scolding
I always had a feeling that
She had something kept inside her
And does not want
Anyone to know about it
For some reason YES! I did
But didn’t know anything
One weekend
She was gone with the wind
No news from her family
Or any relatives
We were happy
Yet scared
Every weekend
I pray to god
Hoping she is ok
And would come back
As I secretly admired
Her
