I see you Lollipop Man, through my window.
I see your wisened, withered frame, always wearing the same clothes. A uniform you wear with pride.
I see you stride with confidence into the middle of the road, to halt traffic, to ensure safe passage.
I see you look at me, time and again. Smile. Nod. A knowing between you and I.
I see you talk to the children.
I see you see them.
I see them not see you.
I see your soft dewy eyes, a life lived; not over yet.
I see you chat to Joe when he gets to the lights. “How’s your mum, Joe?” A shrug.
I see the worry.
I see the care.
I see you shiver in winter’s chill.
I see you sweat in summer’s smothering heat.
I see your commitment, pride, compassion, kindness.
I see you wave at me as the lights turn green.
I see you Lollipop Man. I see you.
Until next time,