She checks in. On a moving box without knowing her last stop.
He welcomes her with demanding hands – Wide open,  waiting to be blessed.
Hurriedly she scans for a comfy spot, the perfect Spot to rest her weary spine.
Engulfed with the scenery, she looks on with wide eyes, yearning for more.
Unbeknownst to her, she is someone’s treasure.. Loved and wanted back home.
She sits Still taking it all in like food to her soul, she knows not when or where to stop.
Passengers on and off, with each smile, the reassurance of a life well lived.
Heavy nods grace her feet, a subtle reminder of what is to come.
Should we cheer her on? Some ponder. No one knows who she is.
She starts to drift away, loudly but calmly like tamed waves.
No one dares to speak, no one takes notice, we can’t be our sisters keeper.
last  stop, he wakes her.. It’s time to get off
She’s been long gone… Cold to the touch.