A Chance EncounterA Poem by Shelley WarnerI wrote this a couple years ago when visiting my son.She
sat in her wheelchair, oxygen
tank resting at her feet, her
thin silver hair slicked back. She
opened her sunken mouth and
spoke kindly to my grandkids standing
in line beside her. What’s your name? she asked. Zach, he replied. Awww, good name. Then
to my granddaughter, And what is your name? Faith was the reply Awww, that’s a good name too. The
line moved forward. Are you in line? I asked. No, that’s my son checking us in We’re here to see my other son. We’re here to see my son too, and my grandkids’ father, I offered. Oh, I thought so, she answered, kindness
in her voice. Then
it was our turn to write
the inmate’s number, and
our names and receive
a visitor’s badge. I
mentioned her later to the kids: Some people have real challenges, and they are also faced with the challenge of having a loved one in here. I
thought about her all that day She
looked frail But
was mighty in spirit She
looked beyond herself And
noticed us. © 2021 Shelley WarnerReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 4, 2021 Last Updated on August 4, 2021 AuthorShelley WarnerCamas, WAAboutI like to write about my life. Sounds a little narcissistic, right? But it's the challenges, the griefs, the joys, the faith struggles, and the enjoyment of nature that inspires me. I have published t.. more..Writing
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