REFLECTION

She walked across the garden, deep in thought, not looking where she was going.
She didnt see the roses that had bloomed, didnt see the setting sun. She didnt wave to the bystanders at the shop, sitting at the foot of the hill.
Didnt hear the humming of the bees, didnt feel the gentle breeze.
Her wandering thoughts and feet took her to untrodden places, a tired sigh escaped her lips. So lost in her grief , she felt a small hand reach out, offering a half eaten apple......and then she looked around and saw herself standing at the verge of a pond.........saw her own reflection in it...........she was the child who having recently lost her mother.................... found herself again in that reflection.............