Alison Cassidy - The Trolley Song

I saw them at the supermarket
moving slowly together

She was small and softly grey
in her wheelchair
(more like a pram really)
arm in a sling
eyes dull
and faintly hostile

He was neatly dressed
and stooped
carefully maneuvering the trolley
and the wheelchair
inspecting the shelves
for the items
neatly printed
in large letters
on the list

He consulted his companion
about every choice -
smiling and nodding
for her approval.

He received none.

I felt a surge of compassion
for this gentle man
and his once-upon-a-time bride.

Alison Cassidy

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