In a small bag.
Near the Central Bus Station with people coming and going. And standing.
She was hurt and died.
She Who is my mother.
“So countless are all sentient beings, and so many their births throughout time, that each at some point was your mother.”*
Poor One who left the small bag…
Such pain packed there…
-Sherry Ann (26 March 2011)**
*Joanna Macy quoting a Tibetan nun. Joanna Macy with Norbert Gahbler. (2010). Pass It On: Five Stories That Can Change the World. Berkeley, CA: Parallax Press, p. 53.