Bag Lady Angel

See these hands, many years,
A lovely woman that knew no fear.
Each day's awakening, mercy's street,
Steps out in faith, trust's, and greets.
Her traveled road a tapestry,
The lines grace skin, hands, and feet.
Played and danced a road well traveled,
She never judged others with a gavel.
Her love of life it still lives on,
Till one day her journey gone.
To tell the stories of memories past,
She shared with all upon her path.
Eyes conveyed, stories born,
Vivid pictures painted, a sounding horn.
The map well traveled ages gone,
Are like the street traveled on.
A stepping stone supported shared,
To people here and everywhere.
A grafted vine her road, I bow,
Amazing memories a mind to taut.
Her smile and laugh, each day this street,
An angel entertains those she meets.

By Teresa Bellamy Walker
8-31-2013