She gave me some sparkly shoes today
yet the souls of Her feet burn hard
from remnants of the meth lab.
She runs through the long grass
to home, where the mould prevails
even though She is Clean.
She will cut Her grass and the neighbours too
with a lawn mower
that hasn’t been stolen yet.
Her heart of gold sits at the bottom of the stairs
and slowly climbs to the grey haired woman –
The treasure that She holds
is unseen to Her.
Jackie Blair McSween, June 1, 2011