we met on the upper deck on opposite sides, sat at the front of the bus

she said it was her first time, after a long time, sat on the number 30 bus 

the old lady was at that fine wine age that made her look twenty years younger,

an elegant and fashionably dressed woman with a pink leather bag, 

but still seemed quite sad.

 

a reminicial expression on her face, 

as this was her moment to emotionally embrace.

 

a career life filled with teaching achievements,

a widow who misses her husband deepest,

a mother very proud of her royal hard-working son, 

while she gracefuly reconciles a life of unforgettable fun.

 

as we passed her teaching school and husbands garage next door 

i realised,

her bus journey was not only to get to her destination,

it was to relive her written generation. 

 

she awoke my imagination when showing me a photograph of her and her husband in her wallet, 

the rare met-at-high-school kind of love.

there was an appreaction in me, that i was the one to experience this with her,

a girl in her early twenties,

with her sat a lady in her early eighties,

it was like a fantasy, 

of a life in reality.

 

after a remarkable conversation of experiences and advice, 

it was in her nature to hand me over a favour.

a coin engraved with 1999, 

what a time to be alive (literally)

she said, "no don't cry, you're going to make me cry."

as i wipe my tears with gratification, 

i wash away any sense of despair.  

 

thank you for giving me a hopeful reminder,

that we all deserve a limitless life of freedom and laughter, 

because when we do look back, our present days will feel so much brighter.