A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Even when I was a child I held such good qualities.
I would write my older sisters’ letters with such ease.
They would profess my love and sincere gratitude,
with a smile on my face and a positive attitude.
I see now that these kind ways never did cease.
Now I am almost forty and can see all the good
I hold in my heart from the pain I’ve withstood.
My sympathy and empathy sure do run deep,
sometimes for the homeless I still cry and weep.
There was this one man I gave food to when I could.
I make sure my hubby knows how much I adore
his affection and love he bestows unto me galore.
He reads the poems I write him here on the Soup,
and he is glad knowing I am part of this kind group.
I know there is so much good to do in store.
When my sister is sad from losing Karen I call
her to make sure I can be there when she does fall.
I show compassion to the hurting over death,
and for those who know suicide I’d give my last breath.
For the families suffering I shall always stand tall.
There is benevolence inside me when I see abused pets.
I give money to those charities monthly without regrets.
I know the good it will do when they need shelter and food,
saving from those who can be so disparaging and rude.
They need kindness shown when under such threats.
I am sensitive to the needs of others so very much,
and I know sometimes all they need is one touch.
I carry burdens for my daughter so she can be free
from all the pain in middle school there can be.
I gift her little loving letters in her daily lunch.
For I am unselfish and merciful with humility.
Even though at times I suffer from insecurity.
But there’s this kindliness deep inside I feel,
it’s the magic that helps the suffering heal.
I have been born with faith and sincere purity.
A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
November 25, 2018
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