she is unthinkable <br />i still think so <br />for in her hands <br />lies the bomb that <br />she may throw <br />at her enemies <br />yet she didn't <br /> <br />she stays in the house <br />reciting the prayers <br />offered for <br />her dead ancestors <br /> <br />when she opens the window <br />it is because she likes light to filter <br />warmth between the fibers <br />of her orange curtains<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-old-woman/
