THE REMOVAL MEN
She sat huddled on the wall by her front door
More scarecrow than human being
Her dog cuddled on her knees
Looking at nothing; the sun-kissed morn unseen.
Her inner world was hers alone
Who knows what her dreams were?
She, who had passed many a word with me,
Now looked at me as if I was a stranger
Which I was, standing on her sun-dappled steps:
She didn’t know me from days of yore,
I don’t think she even knew herself any more.
The puzzlement on her face was evidence of that,
As the men dodged round her
Carrying her belongings in black bags
To the waiting car.
She was a child again,
A lost child;
A few months ago she was lively and bright
Chattering inanely about this and that
About how the seagulls carried away her cat.
Now she tottered along, clutching at the railings for support
Walking her dog
And sometimes forgetting to come back.
She watches the men now,
Their loading almost complete.
And as they move towards her
There is puzzlement, almost defiance, in her face
Who are you, and why are you taking all this stuff from my place?