.
I rang the doorbell
as requested
for your assistance with my donation
I am going back to the car to get more bags
you do not need to yell at me to stop
you do not need to yell
that this better be something you can sell
Do you treat everyone this way?
Even as I bring you more
you keep yelling.
Even after I am crying
and ask you to please stop giving me
a hard time right now
I understand that people often leave you trash.
Do you know what is in these bags?
My husband's shoes.
The shawl I wore to his funeral
Four days after he drowned.
I do not think you need to yell at me
today.
.
I am so sorry that you had to deal with such an insensitive jerk. I hope karma catches up with this person.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's awful. I'm so sorry. What happened reveals that pinched, mean, ignorant person. You did such a hard and meaningful thing, and they were a jerk. Another widow recently told me her family's motto: If the world didn't suck so bad we'd all fall off. Seems to fit! I hope you feel better about it tomorrow and can give them the thought they deserve---which is n-o-t-h-i-n-g. hugs.
ReplyDeletei am so very sorry you were yelled at.
ReplyDeleteoh dear lord. so sorry hon.
ReplyDeletethe rhythm of this poem is beautiful though...
Oh, this gave me goosebumps, shivers, stomach flips . . . you name it. SO sorry you had to deal with that. I haven't taken any of Elias' things in but I've been considering it - so awful that you were treated that way.
ReplyDeleteBig hugs and Love to you,
~C~