Beggar Woman

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She sits sprawled
on the sidewalk
eyes down, hand open
waiting for someone
to be reminded of their
mother, grandmother
whom they’ve abandoned
not even a phone call
for so many years.

I put money in her hand
stroke her cheek, say a prayer
knowing that there
but for the Grace of God…
it is I who sits on the sidewalk
waiting for someone to care.

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