The Space Between

Bent double. Bare feet.
Rain lashing against her face.
Hands cupped. Hope.
A momentary plea.

What am I to her
and who is she to me?

A single moment. A bond formed?
Yet there will be so many more.
Guilt. Frustration.
A momentary plea.

Sunshine homes. Board rooms.
Do people even notice? Care?
Money. Choices.
A momentary Plea.

Who has the right?
To make a judgment? Find a cure?
Poverty. Disparity.
A momentary plea.

I am a student. She is a beggar.
I am fair. She is dark.
I have value. She does not.
I am a daughter. She is a mother.
I am a woman. She is a woman.
We are both human.

Yet,

What am I to her
and who is she to me?