On the Threshold by Geraldine Ward

I saw her on the threshold.

No one spoke to her but I.

Saw a thin veil, clouded eyes.

When I spoke, face smiled,

I knew right.

Camaraderie, the crew did not look her way.

I am twelve again, missing the bus,

causing a fuss, I knew what it was.

Now I am older, wiser or not.

I see that solitary girl’s scared eyes.

We ushered a world filled with surprise.

Perhaps had I not, they would have ignored,

each face in the crowd, Asian or coloured.

The woman alone on the threshold

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