Reflections on Lunch with a Homeless Son

Painting Study

Tinsley Anne’s Boy, Painting Study, ©2013 Ann M. Snowberger, All Rights Reserved

Reflections on Lunch with A Homeless Son

Tinsley Anne,
I met your son today.
Maybe you were watching
Us walk along the road.
Did you hear his voice break; choke softly as he remembered his love for you?

He’s weak now.
His life has been “a wreck.”
Maybe you were praying.
He spoke about his poem-
The one he wrote and read for you in the last clear moment you had left.

He’s lonely.
He feels it in his bones,
In his tent in the woods,
Rain dripping through leaks.
Air heavy and cold, he hugs his red dog, and weeps; in the warmth he weeps.

Tinsley Anne,
I broke bread with your boy.
Maybe you were hoping.
Hot tea, some rice, chicken.
Did you hear my heart break; choke on silence at his hungry mouth eating?

——–

Peace Be With You
Tinsley Anne
1942-1997

©2013 Ann M. Snowberger, All Rights Reserved

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