I helped a woman cross the street
Her body was broken and crooked
Though it took my best to hurry her as I would
When we stopped she just winked and smiled
And thanked me for my kind gesture
She said she appreciated my help
That the short trip had been a pleasure
I turned to leave but she touched my hand
A small shock soon hit my heart
I did know what it was I had felt
But into a story she did soon start
Although I really didn’t have the time
My schedule was really quite full
I couldn’t manage to just walk away
For I was enthralled by this enchanted jewel
As she spoke I could have sworn I saw
That the years just fell off her person
Her narrative of what happened in the past
Had my complete and undivided attention
Time disappeared and my thoughts went blank
When my eyes befell a young girl of twenty
I could have sworn my surroundings were old
And I was transported to the turn of the century
She was a goddess with a dimpled smile
Her story stitched with romance and love
She tilted her head so daintily
So I griped harder onto her lace glove
My nostrils were filled with a wondrous smell
Of fresh baked cookies and of a rose
It was if I could almost see with her eyes
And soon understood the roads she had chose
What was sad really didn’t matter
The emotions more compelling than her story
But as the tale evolved through time
I understood that she was a magnificent glory
Suddenly her hand did separate and leave
My thoughts tumbled to the present
She stood before as I had first seen her
A tired old woman crippled and bent
I wanted to ask her about what happened
But she just turned and walked away
She stopped and gave me a smile
Assuring me we’d meet again some day
I’ve often pondered about that walk
When my heart experienced such joy and thrill
Although I have never seen her again
I have no doubt that in heaven I will
