Where is she tonight?
The lady I saw just yesterday.
Pushing her shopping cart
Full of large, black bags.
Everyday I saw her somewhere.
Ragged sweater in summer,
Laced boots, knit cap
Pulled down over gray hair.
Pushing, walking slow.
Where did she sleep?
Always mumbling, mouth
Making words. To who?
Was it myself I was watching?
Is this the way it was meant
To end for me? Walking,
Walking, talking for company?
Who was she talking to?
Where is she tonight?
Was she mumbling to God?
Has she finally gone home?
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-old-woman-mumbling/
