The field all
Under the tree.
A tent, plastic bags
With lots of smelly mess.
People complained because
They did not want to look at her
She made them feel uncomfortable
She swore, made mess but what was her story.
In a doorway
Come rain come or shine.
Two sleeping bags she owns.
A teddy,some plastic bags.
A note says "I lost my baby"
Her sad eyes say that this is so true
Where is the helping hand, where's kindness gone.
So many homeless people on our streets. They have become invisible, we pass them daily yet we don’t always see them. There was a young woman who lived in the field where I walk Ruby. She and her male friend had a couple of tents under one of the trees.
I did keep away as they could be abusive and I was worried that Ruby being a Labrador would eat something she shouldn’t. They slept in the field at night and during the day they sat in an empty doorway near one of the banks. I used to talk to her in the town , buy her a coffee. There was a deep sadness in her she had lost a baby and I really felt for her.
He disappeared first, now she is gone, they have been replaced by others. I wonder where they are.
I do not know who this man is but I have used his face more than once when writing about compassion. There is something in his eyes that reach out telling his story pain, grief rejection it is all there!
I used his face last at Christmas while I was talking about Crisis at Christmas . Crisis is the National Charity for single hopeless people. They are dedicated to helping people and giving them a chane to change their life’s for the better, to give them hope.
The Charity works all year round of course but they also do Crisis at Christmas. Volunteers spend a fortnight cooking, providing a warm place to stay for those lost and lonely people. They give them new clothes, a hair cut and also help them to change their lives if they want to. They help with finding somewhere to live or a job interview .
They show real compassion they help and they are unpaid and they really make a difference.