“I always believed that I would recognise her when I saw her again” *
Would I know her if I saw her walk past me
in her light blue sweater and her feathered hair?
She would look past me, seeing nothing more than an older woman.
But she might be wearing the navy sweater and the jeans and clogs,
laughing with her small circle of friends,
the ever-present book tucked under her arm
to escape the reality of her life.
Would I recognize her if I saw her walk past me,
looking down at the ground if she were alone?
Would I stop her today and tell her to look up
and see where she is going, to smile at strangers,
to share her smile or a kind word with them?
Would I recognize my younger self if I passed her on the street today?
“I always believed that I would recognise her when I saw her again” *
*From Abduction, by Gillian Jackson
Eve Remillard
8/14/2016
I liked this poem very much.
I was drawn into this poem/prose from the very first line…maybe it was the dialogue/quotation marks. This poem flowed at a quick pace for me…I wanted to continue to read it as it suggested a puzzle that you were solving…answer who is it/the subject. Excellent prose!