Random Acts of Kindness
I am not used to random acts of kindness,
To smiling faces, to a hand reached out.
I mostly see an unveiled curiosity,
Or glances strafing past my small frame.
Instead of growing thick skin, I have developed
The art of friendly smiling to perfection.
Which, in turn, receives replies in kindness.
Unexpected too, small smiles, a shoulder touched.
I wheel among them, nigh unnoticed, a path
always opens itself for me, a river split without
anyo4th place ne having to announce that will happen.
That one day this small girl stood right in front
of me, with her endearing curiosity and her bear.
I smiled and ticced as is my habit, to which
she smiled and handed me her bear.
Such kindness!
And then she said: "You can hold
him for a while if I can ride in your chair"
:)
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February 3, 2017
4th place in contest: Random acts of kindness
Sponsor:: Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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