“The Little Knitter”, of W. Bouguereau

(imagen extraída del Arte Renewal Center, ARC)

One can only wonder,
what hides behind the stagnant eyes,
the saddening smile?
She gives her back to a distant town,
non-existent for her,
like the red flowers that awaken
the pale walls and the forgotten garden.
She waits for who promised to return;
or perhaps for time to go by
and take with it her sadness.
She does not mind the sand on her feet,
the harsh stones beneath her toes.
Her hair is undone and she sits alone,
longing a friend to play with,
someone to help her knit what was given to her,
someone that can return the smile she has lost.

Joanne, 2004