There he was, this little ball,
With Mother cloaked in black.
Tiny legs trying,
But the pace of city traffic,
Kept holding him back.
The light shone STOP,
But people here are crazy,
Rules are for fools,
To hit the brakes,
They’re lazy.
So mother took no risk,
Alert and alarmed,
With no time to waste,
She stopped,
Scooped him into her arms.
She hurried across the road,
His head bobbed up and down,
He noticed me observing,
He smiled;
Waving his hand around.
My heart felt a rush of warmth,
Returning the smile and wave,
Back on the ground,
He turned around,
But my rick left in a haste.
-Ramona Arena, 15th September 2015.
RA 