Who is that woman, anyway?
She seems to be everywhere.
She volunteers at the homeless shelter and the library and sorts clothes to give away,
She is often at the grade school, reading to the littlest, or at the senior center talking to the ones who can’t hear very well anymore,
She understands because she doesn’t hear very well either, but she can still sing a song,
She leaves her house every day because it can be cold in her house or in the summer really hot,
You know what she looks like because you see her gray head everywhere. She wears a dark wool skirt, a buttoned up cardigan and stout shoes, and uses a cane most of the time,
You don’t quite know her name, but you have known her since you were a youngster, You think she had a husband and maybe some kids, but they moved away or something,
She goes through her things looking for what she can give away to the woman with a new baby she can't afford,
She remembers every holiday and gives her old clothes away and her dishes too because she really doesn’t cook anymore,
On holidays, she sits in her house alone on a rump-sprung rocker watching TV, eating a TV dinner with a plastic fork that she washes and dries when she is done.
Remember her now?
What was her name again?