Ms C.H.

You come into the store as always, saying
You’re not really getting anything
Just looking… but if you need something
You’ll want to get it, your eyes twinkling.

You say these words maybe for the nth time
And turn your wheelchair round and round like a child
Slowly looking up and down the shelves
Filled with knick knacks donated by strangers
Items from their basements or garages
Or from loved ones who have departed
Who have passed on ahead of you…
Ahead of me, too.
Jamison/06August 2017/27Dec2017