The Eviction

She fastens the safety pin on her baggy sweater cold aged hands turn the wheelchair towards the broken down tenement which had been her home for the past fifteen years In her pocket is the pink crumpled eviction notice that some unfeeling developer with a billfold of cash and a heart full of greed handed to her and others less fortunate Furniture of friends lies piled high on the street awaiting the Salvation Army van to take it away such irony that they take away what that once gave to the needy Snowflakes begin to fall leaving wet spots in her lap as a cruel wind blows her salt and pepper hair turning she takes a last look at her decaying building and wheels herself down the broken sidewalk to the soup kitchen