It must be another day
when a hand leaned
in support
a smile turned
in cheering
a gesture of kindness
walked to her.
When it did
a pall of gloom
lifted slowly but surely
she took a few steps forward
its been sometime she thought to herself
since a doorbell rang
a call awaited came
a hand steadied her shoulder
but a good word lasts long
a kind thought seeps through
an open door shows friendship
newly formed
tender unsure yet firm
she smiled
gratitude glittering on her lashes.
2 responses to “Bridges”
Tomorrow is a special Holliday here, and this poem fits right in. I’ll read it again tomorrow. In fact, I’d do well to read it everyday if it would help me live with more generosity and kindness. I think it just might.
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Its special here too since its Christmas. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Albert.
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