Bridges

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.

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2 thoughts on “Bridges

  1. 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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