Shelter Meals
Oct 18,2003
Author: Darby Diana
Homeless Female Veteran
I stand with many others in a long line,
When I pick up my plastic bowls and spoon,
Thinking of the aromas of warm soup and bread from my childhood days.
The food smells so good but the memories of gone days are with me as I
Stand with many others in this long line. The children scatter quickly some
Can’t eat anymore because their bodies are suffering from the cold,
The smiles are gone, looks of hunger stay in my mind. I notice their hair is
Uncombed and the dirt from the streets cover their clothes.
I try to smile and give my place in line, its part of the days race for the shelter
Meals.
The shelter folks try hard each day to feed the flock but more come in from
The street cold every day, hunger and lonely made me stand for my soup today.
Lunch and supper lines get longer cries of “I want more green beans is heard
Behind my back, soon the Shelter folks say no more green beans today, Sorry!”
I know because I am homeless and hungry too.
