They call her Grandma Jo.
She has been a fixture here
since I can remember her.
That is over forty years now.
Grandma Jo walks around
with a beaten, brown
suitcase on wheels.
Pulling it wherever she goes.
No one knows what is in it.
Grandma Jo always has
may layers of worn clothing on
no matter the heated weather.
Most of the time you see her
parked, rocking back and forth
on the steps of an old, brick building
that has seen better days.
They say that is where
Grandma Jo used to work
before it was shut down
but she is still showing
up each and every day.
You can tell she was a looker.
Life out here has taken
a bit of that and her spirit.
Her eyes have wrinkled
with the time spent.
It will be a sad day
when Grandma Jo leaves us.
She is the most constant
in this ever-changing place.
October 20, 2016
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime boy 2016
