Reflection, memory,poverty,abuse |
As mother and I walked down the street going to her friend Jen's house for tea, I noticed a tiny girl of five or six inside a trash can, rusted and filthy. Don't look, don’t stare-my mother gasped, as I watched this girl eat bits of food mixed in with shavings of rust at the bottom of the empty trash can. I felt such pity, but how to help her.? I thought: "How bad had she been to be there?" When my mother snapped, "Come along now!" I silently screamed, "Doesn't anyone care?" Slicing my heart with her razor sharp tongue, "You know that could be, would be YOU! If we didn't take you from your Mother You would be right there in that gutter!" Once more she hit my head and yanked my arm dragging me to "tea", then venemously hissed, "If that child had obeyed her mother, she never would be eating from that gutter!" I choked my swallowed cries for that little girl, the one who would be, should be me. Through this small scene I saw at once my past and future in one glance... A happy little guttersnipe with my REAL mother scrounging trash--perhaps, or not, but we certainly would have been little guttersnipes with love together, always and forever! |