Community
Friendship Unequalled
Friendship
Variable in intention and
Availability to communicate
Some may be taken for granted
Others viewed as a tool
Or benefit
A precious few
Give, understand
Without explanation
And love you
For the person you are
The person you endeavor to be
And the one, you will never be
I give thanks to the universe
For our friendship
Having survived the test of time
Even with the absence of communication
There is at its core
A beating heart, always mindful
Which, upon signaling
Increases in cadence
In preparation of what
Might be
A laugh, the gift of time
To listen, or a helping hand
You are the precious
The one of few
That is there upon calling
Understands without explanation
Honest and true
And for that
I thank you.
the server
A beautiful evening
Driving to a favorite venue
Friends reunite after years apart
Looking forward to sharing experiences
And getting a fresh start
A traffic snag
Our timely arrival delayed
No matter, we were greeted warmly
Please be seated, don’t dismay
Your server is eager to meet you
She will soon be on her way
So we settle in, review the menu
So much to say
Our server, so genuine
Wishing only to please
Beamed with authenticity
Immediately put us at ease
Eager to make our evening perfect
She directed as best she knew,
Dietary restrictions, however,
Made our choices few
Time passed, we waited
Our anticipation was great
Then serendipity entered
Characteristically late
It altered our event
One miscue after another
Lead to a dinner, gone awry
We remarked to each other
How unlikely
Tho It’s still a great day
Genuine and sincere
A jewel of humankind
Our server acknowledged
Our misfortunes
They will be addressed
As you dine
While a much-anticipated meal
Went sideways very quick
What trumped in importance
Was our server,
Her spirit and her wit
And so we left richer
for our experience, to be sure
For the kindness, and grace
She extended
We will never forget
LABELS
Unproductive and disqualifying
Unless accompanied with a benefit, or goal
How established, and
For what application
Is the intent, the might, the role?
Beauty describes a flower
or sunrise
Comical, are actions
Arising from the unexpected
There are labels that drive
Our commerce and prose
But those that separate others
By ability and race
Strike at the heart
They have no place
So embrace the positive in what is
Be grateful for the variety in delivery and space
Through family, friends, and variance in grace
Reach out to those whose strength is less
Not by their fault, as they did their best
Labels can weigh heavily, without proper care
They can hinder a breakthrough
Lead to despair
Unless we as humanity
Do more to mend and repair
So, lend an arm, sit, listen, and smile
For the stories compiled may be
Richer in experience, than you’ve
Walked in miles
Quite and humble, often kept to themselves
Yet the lessons learned, and mountains climbed
Yields wisdom and clarity
A label defiles
What If?
What if
For just one day
And for all of society
There was no profiling
Each individual is unique
And everyone respected
Nothing to separate us
While families carry-on
Children attend school
Without fear of gunfire
And employees find purpose
In their daily routine
What if
Instead of closing oneself off
From the world around
To monitor social media
We help the elderly man
Pack his groceries
Smile at fellow pedestrians
Some of which wear frowns
Because life isn’t what it should be
That smile could make their day a bit brighter
And provide them with the sense
That humanity is truly caring
What if
For one week
Instead of ordering our morning coffee
We gave to our favorite charity
A small adjustment
For the people that it would impact
Business could contribute
Everyone benefits
Charities provide enhanced services
Those donating experience gratitude
And recipients’ well-being is broadened
What a difference that would make
What if?
Acts of kindness
Of any kind, sort and value
Give hope, wipe away tears
Begets further acts of kindness
So little effort, so much impact
What if?
We just gave one hour
coffee proceeds
A smile
What a difference it could make
A day in the life
Quiet as the morning air
It does not knock
Leaving silence in its wake
No pattern, or precision
No give, all take
At first, you do not notice
Life is busy as it is
But then one day it becomes familiar
Catches your attention
And you think…
What is this unusual movement
Never seen before or felt
No longer ignored
It has your attention
It is out of the norm
Life has secretly guided you
Down paths ill-suited to your health
Surreptitiously introducing you to agents
Robbing you of your biological wealth
Stealth in approach
As would be a preying lion
Clever as it is convincing
Each visit is different
And unique in presentation
Its watermark
Suddenly, it becomes apparent
Fingers and legs move in different ways
And when the scent of the roses
Can no longer be enjoyed
We feel somewhat of a pawn
In a game of chess, when
Controlling the center is no longer a play
Time moves on, and more symptoms
Are revealed
Social engagements become difficult
As what once was normal
One can no longer conceal
So we exercise and listen to experts
Upping our effort
And adopt best practices as we can
We learn that, unlike what was initially believed
Parkinson’s is a collection of illnesses
Without a single plan
As the debate continues among researchers
Regarding the role an assay plays
The drive to eliminate this disease
Gains momentum every day
As the urgency for new treatments
Rises in demand
The total number diagnosed will double
to 12 million in a 15-year span
And for those most challenged, we do our best
We eat well, exercise, and get our rest
And while we wait for breakthroughs to take place
We adapt, we twist, we turn
We ask God for grace.
Bus Stop
Driving down the road
The sun in my eyes
Feeling a bit irritable
With traffic aside
Then I caught a glimpse
Of a woman torn weary
Waiting for a bus
Three bags in tow
Making note, I turned
Pulling into a
Precision-marked row
I opened my door
And then it came to me
This woman I saw
I’d like to make her day better
To whatever degree
I approached her at a distance
Hello, how are you?
Are you coming or going,
Do you have a moment, please?
I noticed you as I drove by
I thought you might enjoy a rest
From all you do
Would you be my guest?
Across the way, there is a shop
It would be my honor
What do you say?
She looked at me with surprise
And a sparkle in her smile
Are my ears hearing right?
You’re asking me to join you
Bless your heart
Yes, I would
My feet, what a sight
When we entered the shop
I nodded and said
We are together
This is my friend as you see—–
Then we each took a seat
And waited our turn
To be called back and assigned
Within a few minutes
We would soon learn
They were ready for two
So we settled in our chairs
The technician asked,
How do you do?
A simple polish for me
As for my friend here
Please do as she asks
As our nails were buffed and polished
We exchanged niceties of family and such
How life impacts us all
Being mindful not to trespass
On my guest’s personal space
That she may enjoy as she wishes
And at her own pace
I was soon prompted to pay
Yes, I replied for two
l slipped on my shoes
And slowly moved
Then turning, I smiled
And waved good-by
Thank you for accepting
You have a good day