Helper’s help

I stood waiting for father

Mother standing at gate

He came walking naturally

As I worried about getting late

He stopped and gestured

A person without voice

My thought ran along

How to help him if I had a choice

he gestured and tried

Telking us something incomprehensible

My mother irritated gestured

To stop his unknown fable

Tired and huffing in the end

He strode toward me

He stood in front of my scooter

And dramatically switched light off for us to see

He went away

Like it meant nothing

Changing my whole perspective

As if it was just a fling


True story: )

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