The Wooden Bowl

The old woman's hands trembled, her eyesight was blurred, and her step faltered
The family ate together at the table.
Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out.
You feel lost, betrayed and battered.
Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what once was your life, with no anchor, no security, no space, no place to which to retreat.