I was born
Mother
Father
Siblings…
But they
Are not
Who I am.
I ride the bus.
I listen to stories.
I am kind
When others
Are angry…
They need
Compassion
Not contempt…
They've seen
So much
Of it
They
No longer
Believe in Love
Or God…
Till I show up.
Then I am gone.
I am the
One in the
Coffee shop
Drawing a teddy bear
Just like the
One you had
When you were
5…
I take you
Back to yourself
And connect
You to
A part
You thought
Was dead
Your own
Inner child.
I am the
Lady who
Throws parties
To raise money
For your
Surgery.
I was the
One who heard
You crying
In the hall
And gave
You candy
With a note
Telling you
Some one
Cared.
I could be
Anyone.
I could be
You,
If
You chose
To be
Randomly
Or
Regularly
Kind.
