She Gave at the Post Office
Her coat made out of sofa threads
a beige and brownie tweed
She looked so fragile standing there
She looked like so much need
Her hat a folded hankie scarf
tied tightly at her chin
She turned around and spoke to me
with a humble tiny grin
"Oh go ahead in front of me
you must be rushed tonight"
Her body moving gracefully
to give her widow's mite
The only clue I have of this poem is the word "thread" written on the top of the page, which leads me to believe it was a poetry group where we picked a word out of basket and had to write a poem from that word.
It's amazing what I'm finding hidden in my study. Maybe I'll find the missing travel paints.