Out Shopping

She came in for some groceries With cane and darkened glasses Slow the pace and smiling A Saturday event Others rushed not knowing Her need for human comfort Simple talk and flesh-press Would keep her smiling yet. Apartment was a still place With photos of the loves gone Figurines of Doulton Those treasures obsolete Maidens bright on hilltop And windswept their long dresses Eyes that flashed a future And oh so tiny feet. But the feet now pained her And memories came up sketchy Products in this market Confusing as of late Then she saw me shelving For dairy and for frozen Felt that here was someone To listen and relate.