I paused from work
and glanced out of the window
with steady gaze fixed
from the house across
peered a woman.

An infant in her arms
but worn out looks
belied her age.

Ours eyes locked
a varied expression
fleeted through her face.

A forelorn look
of a woman
caged and enslaved
confined to the
drudgery of life
exhausted out of
child bearing
and mundane house work.

Then an awestruck look of
a woman
not envious but proud
of another of her tribe
fulfilling her dreams.