Petite and demure
At the age of sixty-four
She entered the train car
Smiling at co-passengers
After locating her seat
She rummaged in her bag
Removed a tattered book
And set about reading it
The train's whistle blew
Before it chugged out
Slowly from the station
Everyone was very calm
Including our little lady
After an hour's journey
She stood up and stretched
Nothing unusal about that
Peering out of the window
She observed in the distance
Some smoke and screamed
Much to the astonishment
Of her co-travellers many
Rushed towards her thinking
She was feeling ill or in pain
But she was like one in shock
Many remedies were tried on her
From speaking kindly to throwing
A glass of cold water on her face
Until one looked at the tattered book
That she was reading which was
A manuscript of her autobiography -
Her husband & son were burnt alive
It was the page being reviewed
When she spotted the distant fire....
