Her electric wheelchair as she assisted
Folks at the check out.
I chose the spot next to her.
I noticed her headscarf and her
Beautiful smile.
I commented on her foreign name.
She said it meant "Gift of God."
"Amazing!" I told her, "That's what my name
Dorothy means."
"Yes," she replied. "In English my
Name would be Dorothy."
We laughed like school girls.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty seven."
"And I'm seventy two.
We're like sisters."
And we laughed again.
I learned she has a genetic disease,
A name I couldn't pronounce.
"But I get along fine," she said.
I told her I like to write.
"What do you write about?"
"My faith.
And I also write poetry."
I shuffled through my tracts and chose
One to give her titled "Facing Life."
"Thanks!" she replied.
I hugged her good-by and said,
"I'll see you again."
I hope it's soon.
I can't wait to tell my "sis" that I
Featured her in a poem.