Sack Lady

With all her possessions in sacks in her wagon she is homeless…we assume and we wonder how one lives without a house without four walls… without a room. We often see her in the morning as we take our daily walk. We’ve tried to engage her in conversation…but never will she talk. She turns her back when she sees us coming…the moment we appear and we walk away in sadness….wondering…how did she get here? Living on our streets and benches as basic human contact she eludes. How does she bathe? Where is her family? What does she do for food? Our Florida winters are mild but as the days unfold we have our share of thunderstorms we have our share of cold… And what does she do in summer when she’s living on the street when under a tree or awning are the only places to escape the heat? I know everyone’s life has a story from birth to death and all times in between but I can’t imagine in her youth this is the ending she’d foreseen. We don’t know what to do for her this lady with all her sacks so every time we see her we smile in the hope she’ll smile back… And that smile perhaps will lead to acceptance of the the friendship we’re extending… and a chance to change the story of her life into a happy ending.