Roadside Shame

I don't have a photo for you, but I hope I can paint this picture....

I passed her on the roadside on my way to picking Kyle up from a Saturday night get-together at a friend's...

The inside light was on, and she was attending to a child in the back seat.

Upon my return, I noticed she was still there,

this time, standing behind her mini-van

(a soccer mom, maybe?)

blond, bobbed hair sticking to her cheeks

in the 34-degree December rain,

no coat

her hands behind her back,

the police cruiser's headlights reflecting off the cuffs,

Somebody's mommy.

Sad.

And yet, I feel hopeful,

hopeful that she will get some help.

There, but for the grace of God, go I....

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