September 30, 2025, entered in Mystic Rose Rose's The Power of Kindness contest
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As day progresses, her spirits begin to sink as if on command. When did it begin, this feeling of listlessness, of being useless? Not so long ago, her days were filled with the joy of being needed. Now the grandchildren she cared for daily for years are grown, on their own. She has no desire to walk or write a poem when she feels this down. Do they think of her-- she hears a knock at the door. The grandkids have come. They lift her spirits reminiscing, expressing gratitude to her. The next day, she walks, cleans house, and writes three poems. She can’t stop smiling. Kind words are a sweet serum.
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