A Name For the Forgotten

By , Shoreline, WA
Morning came early for us
A dark, dreary light
Completely unprepared
Tired
Cold
The van rumbles up to the shelter
The crumbling, grey exterior makes me realize
I really do have it good
The place smelt like a grungy mop and old cigarette smoke
We lined up at the serving counter
Like dolls in the window of a toyshop
With porcelain smiles
Women and children slowly began to file in
Each one as unique as the next
Gloria
Each one eagerly eyes the gooey nachos as I watch
Mary
I ask each one their name
Ann
Each personality as different as each beautifully simple name
Morgan
Some loud, some softer, with clouded eyes that have seen too much
Mariel
Husky voices destroyed by cigarettes and age
Corinne
My heart breaks as I watch the children cling to their mothers
Pam
Eyeing the food like abandoned animals
Beth
Cold, tired
Becky
Suddenly I cannot bear the sight of the cheap, fake nachos
Missy
I sit and watch the women return to the lives they had left outside the doors of the shelter
Cynthia
Like a time lapse whooshing around me
Kimberly
We clean, drag that sad mop across the floors
Phyliss
Leaving its tears to grace the yellowed linoleum
Stephanie
I walk to the van with Brennan
Diana
Conflict raging within me
That maybe to them
I was just another smile
But coming home
I realized that Stephanie,
Gloria,
And Missy
Had all taught me that love
Isn’t how much that you have
But how much you are willing to let go
And share with others





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