I Speak Kindness Not Spanish

No one understood her at my school, so they came for me Not the adults in the building, rather the children Who know me, and thought I could help I was out of my element. I know no Spanish, but I know tears, and recognize sadness. I took the sobbing woman’s hand and showed her my eyes. She understood and followed me to my office. She was weeping, as I have never seen anyone weep. I telephoned my friend, who works at an abused woman’s shelter He told me to put her on the phone. He speaks fluent Spanish She could not quit sobbing as she cried into the phone Trying to tell him what she could not tell me She began to calm down. He told me to keep her there, to protect her. Mama Bear me kicked in. I was ready for any battle. He was there in ten minutes and he whisked her to a safe place. I do not speak Spanish, but I do speak kindness. The children knew this, which is probably why they chose me.