Friday, 21 October 2011

Until That Moment

A moment’s inattention was all it took.
The mother, engaged in conversation,
at the market stall.

The small child, seeing the world beyond
through the open door,
ventured out on still-ungainly legs,
smiling and trusting.

Until that moment she knew only love;
her every need met.
Now, she wandered from safety, and became
just another obstacle on a busy road.

A moment’s inattention was all it took.
The driver, engaged in conversation,
on his mobile phone.

The small child, seeing the heavy truck
on the market street,
toddled forward with still-innocent trust,
laughing and pointing.

Until that moment she knew only happiness;
her every question answered.
Now, she lay crushed and broken, and became
just another pile of rubbish on a busy road.

A moment’s attention was all that was needed.
People engaged in conversation,
as they looked away.

The small child smashed by a second truck
the motorcyclist
circled round the bloody mess,
uncaring and unfeeling.

Until that moment they had emotions;
their every human instinct was to care.
Now they witnessed callous indifference and became
just casual observers on a street of shame.

A moment’s attention was all that was needed.
A rubbish collector, diverted from her task,
tried to make sense of what she saw.

Until this moment she was a shadow;
her every movement unnoticed.
Now, she moved the damaged child from harm’s way and became
a ray of hope in a shameful world.

© Marilyn Brindley

Chinese toddler run over twice after being left on street
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Marilyn is a retired primary school head teacher, who now has the time to indulge in the writing she's always wanted to do and read the works of other creative individuals.