What do I do?

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My thoughts

I'm so confused,
Why did I come outside?

Oh, I think I remember,
I was looking for my friend.

We are supposed
to met up today.

It's so cold,
I have to find my friend.

This lady has stopped,
and is guiding me to her car.

She and her children ask me,
"Are you okay? What are you doing outside?"

"I'm looking for my friend,
I don't know where she is." I tell them.

I'm so cold,
the younger girl is sitting beside me.

She takes my hands in hers,
she's warming my hands.

The woman drives around,
looking for my friend.

I ask them where they live,
they live up the street.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem I wrote from the perspective of this old lady my mother, my sister, and I saw who was freezing cold, and stumbling around. She said she couldn't find her friend. It was freezing on this night, and we call the police. The lady didn't know how old she was. She had alzhiemers. Poor lady!

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