To the Kindest Soul

When early rose the sun, 
came first steps and a smile.
Humane, you were the one
to give and never tire.
Not just a house, you said,
we're building on their dreams,
not just a door of wood,
an entryway to hope.

Cheerful at dawn's break,
never to complain.
Weathered but not weary
with hammer in your hand,
you caught not one but two
buses before light.
You worked till stars debuted
as crickets lullabied. 

Never too tired to help,
you're rugged, strong and kind.
Never cruel words spoken,
you're merciful heart shines.

One touch of your hand,
one word from your lips,
one act from your heart,
you brighten dark days 
with your selflessness.

You chase the bees and find
flowers in full bloom.
You face the wind and stand
like tallest mountain.
You reach out with arms wide
to embrace the world
and inspire all to love. 

I strive to be like you,
the kindest soul I know. 


Written 2/10/17 for Random Acts of Kindness Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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B. Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 10:59 PM
Such a beautiful write. This person sounds pretty remarkable.
Vaso Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 9:59 PM
As I read this, I feel I have failed for this all I wished I could have been, if only someone would have desired it of me! Beautiful poem!
Downing  Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 8:52 PM
This is beautiful. I can relate to you in this with my mother. I love it! A very best to you Rhonda :)
Turner Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 3:47 PM
Great poem, Rhonda. I know of few of those myself but very few, unfortunately.
Parker Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 2:14 PM
to me you have just described a father I never had...good luck
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