Little Jenny woke up and rushed to her granny.
Granny sat by the window, gazing through ‘the window’ she held,
Jenny gave her granny a peck and ran to her mama,
Busy as ever, packing her darling’s lunch in ‘that cover’.
Little Jenny rode the school bus and
She passed those little shacks.
Little Jenny saw how rain poured in such homes,
All they had was loads of ‘those sheets’ on their racks.
With a heavy heart she reached her school,
A puddle she stepped unaware.
She soiled her polished shoes, under her teacher’s glare.
She was scolded for her apparent mischief.
With a pouted face, she cleaned herself with ‘that makeshift kerchief’
After lunchtime Little Jenny rushed to the art room
To make those special flowers for granny.
She learned the designs, materials firmly in her grip,
With some glue, some colours and ‘those black and white strips’.
Little Jenny came back home, with those little flowers in her hand,
Granny sat by the same window, lost in memories of her old land.
Jumped Jenny on her granny’s lap, swaying side to side, enjoying the ride.
There lay the other window the granny held in the morning,
Oblivious to the service of its brethren.
The old newspaper waiting to fulfill similar future plans,
Nobody knows, how, where and when.