There was a time when all was well~
When she had time to work in the garden~
To watch the birds play in their bath~
Now her days are all sullen.
There was a time when all was safe~
When she walked the country roads~
To come home to her own little mauve painted door~
Where now she huddles to get warm outside in~
A crate thrown down from some third floor.
There was a time when all was secure~
When she diligently on the week days worked~
Over seeing the family store~
Now she can not even conceive of entering an~
Establishment never to buy anything any more.
There was a time when all was organized~
When every item had its own place~
When every nook and cranny was sparkling clean~
Now she walks around with more than even a dirty face.
There was a time when life was bountiful~
When she cooked often for all her neighbors~
When children would gather at her door for home baked cookies~
Now she searches in dumpsters praying for morsels of anything.
There was a time when clear headedness was in the forefront~
When everything seemed to be no wrong answer~
When she kept financial task just so~
Now she might see a dollar from a stranger as~
Her mind doesn’t manage much anymore.
There was a time she was revered and respected~
When she went to church~
When she volunteered for the ladies aid~
Now people just walk on past her~
As if she is invisible for the rest of her days.
There was a time when love surrounded her~
When she babysat her daughters son~
When she saw her first son be born~
Those are the thoughts she holds so dear on~
Those cold unsheltered wintery nights~
When she prays for Jesus to call her home.
There was a time when she smiled and smiles met her~
As everyday she had only kind words to say~
As she offered her grins for healing magic~
Now no one gives her even the time of day.
There was a time when she cared for others~
When she nursed a friend back to health~
When she nurtured the baby squirrel who lost his mother~
Now she wonders where those people are now?
There was a time when she was a women of fine means~
Now she collects the garbage thrown to the curb~
Keeping her bags so very full~
As the grocery cart she pushes everyday becomes~
harder to push up unrelenting busy hills.
There was a time when she never worried~
A time when others were thought to always be there~
But now alone she totes her bags~
Always seeing mostly good~
Have you seen her? ~
The Bag Lady that you once overlooked?
Lisa J. Warner