No Place to Go

by Jimmie Ware

I glance in the closet
Found something pretty to wear
Brush my hair
Go outside, I do not dare
It is unsafe out there
I’ll practice selfcare
I put on my lipstick
Still a hip chick
Pretty and over 50
Still blessed beyond the stress
Beautiful rings and trinkets
Adorn my fingers
Designs on my nails
Today my smile fails
I want to go to a real bakery
Eat multi-caloric treats
Meet friends for coffee and conversation
Share secrets or frustrations face to face
Even a walk in the park would spark laughter
A bit of joy is all I am after
Mindful of my situation
I am doing fine in this surreal time
My daughter will recover
No place to go but grateful
I am still her mother
We have each other

Jimmie Ware is poet of hard-won wisdom. Her writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul’s “Curvy and Confident” edition, Open My Eyes, Open My Soul, Southwestern Persona Poems, and Gospel Gone Blues, published by Poetry Box, among others. Jimmie is a mother, freelance writer, community organizer, advocate for women and at-risk youth. As a conscious writer living in unprecedented times, she realizes poets must delve deeper and stand in our truth as universal reporters. Liz Baron is an artist and restaurateur who lives in Texas by way of New York City. She and her husband, Jim, founded, own and operate four Mexican-Southwestern restaurants. She got her Bachelor of Fine Art from Pratt Institute but stopped painting when restaurant work and family life consumed most of her time. She is grateful to the online art classes of Sketchbook Skool that helped her regain the joy of a regular art practice. The work that accompanies this poem is entitled, “The Sun Came in My Window.”