Lets have lunch

This is not really a poem.Just something I wanted to share. On a cold winter day. I saw an elderly woman pushing a rusty shopping cart. In it were some garbage bags filled with her few possesions. She had a plastic bag half filled with aluminum cans. I was about to give her a hand out. When I saw tears in her eyes. She said I looked just like her son. She said she would rather have a hug. I hugged her and asked her if she would like to have lunch with me. She showed me a well worn picture of her son. He use to take care of me but now he is dead. I said I will help you now. I thought of my aunt who had recently been widowed. I loaded her things in my truck. I drove over to my aunt's house. She and my aunt talked for hours. They had so much in common. I told my aunt I would pay for the womans room and board. My aunt refused saying she was glad to have the company. Reach out to those in need. They need more than a hand out. Sometimes they are too proud to take charity. They are afraid they will have to give up their freedom.Call it free form poetry.I have done what I set out to do if it makes you think. Written July 27th, 2001 © on Jul 27 2001 03:30 AM PST   0 • 10