Look

The old lady leans heavily on her grandson
for support and to keep him close to her.
She is stopped once again in front
of the big white house on the corner.

She's waddled this way every day for a week.
And each time, she stops and stares, mesmerized
by the unkempt yard and house. She sees
what no longer exists except in her mind.

Her grandson is very patient with the old woman.
But, they have plans for later and need to get back.
He asks what attracts her so much that they stop
every single time they walk around the block.

Oh, I used to know some people that lived here.
But, no, this is the halfway mark of our walk. I just
like to catch my breath here and aggravate the old
rascal inside because he's confined to a wheelchair.

See them steps? He doesn't get out often.