Not Knowing Who
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How odd not knowing who they were
Strangers helped, without a word,
when loss had tossed us here to there.
It seemed small miracles occurred
and for awhile, skies lost the gray.
Strangers helped, without a word.
When sadness came to shroud the day,
another gracious heart was stirred.
And for awhile, skies lost the gray.
As days renewed, we were assured,
with chores all done, and food, homemade.
Another gracious heart was stirred.
Their mower's blade, and garden spades
to lighten hearts, in deep despair,
with chores all done, and food, homemade.
Each random kindness, helped us fare.
How odd not knowing who they were.
to lighten hearts in deep despair,
when loss had tossed us here and there.
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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