Being grateful for people, for their deeds, for the life I have is something to contemplate especially in this week of our Thanksgiving. A list would be long if I named specific things. It would be even longer if I thought of the goodness in all my life. At Today's Little Ditty, Michelle H. Barnes invites guest poets to share insights into their writerly lives, and then offer challenges, sometimes in theme, sometimes in form, or both. This month, Rebecca M. Davis, a senior editor for Boyds Mills Press and for WordSong, asked everyone to write about kindness, a specific act or moment. If you go to Michelle's post, you can read the varying ways different poets chose to respond. I chose to write of a part of my life that was very tough, yet made easier by people new to me at that time, although we became close through a common goal, caregiving. Thanks to Michelle for offering the inspiration, becoming words that felt good to say in gratitude.
Here was a prescription of hugs.
My husband, in a closed place,
among others the same.
They all missed loved ones,
yet didn’t know what they missed.
They wandered, always searching.
The staff touched,
along with the meds, spilled trays, angry words.
I was there every day.
They gave me hugs, too.
It’s not a desk job -
singing songs, talking,
walking to the garden,
walking down the hall, walking up the hall -
no step-count, but I bet it was more than ten thousand.
Those smiles, the soft words,
meant I could go home to sleep
till the next day.
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