today I think of neighbors
who no longer live here
in need of more care
or called Home

I go to a store
where I remember
seeing a neighbor
who knew my father’s

or another store
where I saw a neighbor
who knew my mother’s

these are clear photos
in my mind and heart

a gift from another neighbor
who worked with wood
lives on a shelf in this room

and many others
who I know knew
when I was unwell

and their kindness that said
when I was a stranger

you are welcome here

Ellen Grace Olinger