(A poem inspired by a homeless woman I will most likely never see again.)
I walked our regular daily walk today
Seeing the routine views along the way
Trees and streets, and then skies up there
I observe the sights - I breathe the air
Then quickly something catches my attention
Shaking my head, I grasp for comprehension
A troubled one - limping, dirty, disheveled - an alone and lost lady
Once upon a time, that was somebody's baby
That was the phrase that flashed across my mind
Too late, to now turn my head away, blind
Where is she going, where did she come from
Too easy to throw her aside like some runaway bum
No, this one, like all of us, has a history and a life
She has had very similar battles, struggles and fights
Perhaps cradled, as an infant, in warm arms - maybe?
The truth is, that was indeed somebody's baby
Who does this soul belong to, an angel she must have
Someone who watches over her, even with the past she’s had
Whatever happened, there was at least a father and a mother
For how long this lasted, we will probably never discover
But she is a human – once and therefor forever one of us
Embracing her in some way, a true and faithful community must
Someday to reside in a sacred place – calm, serene, shady
For this is somebody's baby … this is somebody's baby
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