Tuesday, November 5, 2013


She pushes the heavy cart through Old Town.
It doesn’t matter to her that the cart doesn’t hold
her own dreams, but those of countless others.
What matters to her is that she holds
forgotten dreams as her own.

Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Photobucket


  1. Been there is a way. This is very moving and I do hope that the next time I spot her, I have many times now already, I will think of these words.
    I also think of how and why her decision for this way of life came into being.

    This fellow for sure had his treasures and life support in his shopping cart: Carrying his treasures in a shopping cart http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/03/homeless-in-america-midweek-blues.html

  2. It is a pity that shopping carts can't blog; what stories they would tell. This a beautiful and poignant piece of writing.

  3. Awwww - glad she is able to contain all these lost dreams! Take care

  4. I think I lost my last comment from the android...gotta stop using that thing. anyhow... I loooooooved this poem . It is so sad and sweet in a way as well. I know many of these people in my town and have spoken to many and it is just as you say they have taken the cast off dreams of others lives and somehow made them their own because they have so little ... its a beautiful piece of writing!

  5. Wonderful word pictures you've created, Annie. And the photo is the perfect accompaniment. xxxx

  6. Great photo for such a beautiful poem.

  7. Really thought provoking McGuffy Ann. Beautiful.