My own poetry recital.

This story actually happened last semester. But it is so good that I thought I must write about it. The story takes place on a crowded metro car. I am standing near the doorway. Usually on the metro, there are handrails attached to the roof of the car, and are high up. But there is a bit of railing near the doorway attached to the seats. Since I am a bit vertically challenged, if given the chance, I always opt for the low positioned hand rails. And this day was no exception. At the first stop a mother and her young daughter of about 8 entered the already too crowded car. Lots of pushing and shoving. The doors slammed shut, and with a violent jerk we were off. The little girl stumbled by the jerk, and without any handle bar to hold, almost fell to the ground. The mother caught her. I could see that this girl needed my primary real estate of hand rail. I gave her the head gesture, which of course meant, “want the hand rail?” the mother and daughter eagerly shook their heads in agreement. I moved away from the handrail, and the daughter and mother took my spot. The girl, so overjoyed by the unprecedented kindness that I displayed began to recite me poetry. Of course, this was very early on in the semester last year, so I don’t know what the poem was about, but it was quite lyrical. A few times she forgot the line, and her beaming mother helped her out. Even though we were on a crowded metro car, the poetry reading was private, just for me. The little girl never took her eyes off of me. It was just me and her all alone on the car. At the end of the reading, I gave a slight nod of my head, to show my appreciation, and then we were not alone anymore. The next stop soon came, people came and went. I got shoved deeper into the metro car, the girl disappeared. But not forgotten. Certainly not forgotten