thank you
that’s all i can say
thank you for showing me
the good in every day
the happy smiles,
the laughter,
each naughty thought,
every honest answer
everything about you
i’m so grateful for
and if others can’t see it
let them go
just don’t forget the strength
inside your heart
for your whole is so much better
than just the parts
that others want you to be
unable to see what i’ve always seen
a soul so fearless and loving
it’s what you’ve always been.
Did you know it’s okay to be different?
my son said to me today
when I told him he needed to fit in,
that way things will be okay.
I like being myself, he said,
I like being me.
And in his eyes, I saw my fear
for a world that he cannot yet see
A world that may have lost kindness
and understanding so long ago
a world that won’t have any patience
for things they no longer have time to know
that not everyone is going to fit in
some people just like being the way they are
unique and smart, beautiful and kind
different like every shining star
but if there’s one thing i know
as we journey together through all this
i’ll raise him to be strong for himself and others
and to always stand up for those easily dismissed
seeking human kindness
do you know where i can find it?
once upon a time it may have been more abundant
but these days i hate to admit
that it’s scarce and barely catching demand
yet it’s sorely needed by everyone
who may not even remember the feeling anymore
too lost in the lies that’s been spun
like spiderwebs revealed in the sun
difficult now to discern the truth from the lies
silken strands now frayed, betrayed
every bit of truth dangling like caught flies
leaving us starved for a world that used to be
can we still find it within you and me
or is it long gone like his sign says
can you see what i see?
can we make it work and not just for today
but every day for the rest of our lives
let kindness be a way to live each day
and maybe then peace will finally arrive?
we’ve run out of kindness
and compassion somehow
the world just seems
too distracted and enraged
no one can tell the light
from the shadows anymore,
most of us feeling
alone and betrayed
what is there
to live for each day
when all of us struggle
to find a bit of good
in everyone we meet
everywhere we go,
all of us just wanting
to be seen and be understood?
Blink and you’ll miss it,
the old woman said
and before you know it,
it’ll be the end
and you’ll realize too late
that you’ve yet to step out that door
even if you have no idea yet
what treasures to look for
for there’s so much to see
out there in the sun
so much to experience
before this short life is done
a kind smile
can light up one’s day
or just a look that says you care
when there’s nothing left to say
So stop your worrying,
don’t wait too late
take that step you’ve been dreaming of
there’s so much at stake.
Soft drinks, electronics, nutrient-free snacks — you can get all of those from a vending machine. But what type of vending machine is sorely needed but doesn’t yet exist?
Kindness, compassion, generosity
if only these were as abundant as candy
but they’re not, they’re hard to find
probably difficult for most, these days, to be kind
so instead of a snicker
here’s a smile, it’s quicker –
though its authenticity just might be
harder to find
This much I know at the moment –
that life is too short to not think of others
and how they might be feeling,
that even on the worst of days, when all you want to do
is scream at the world, when everything is reeling,
scream your rage in silence if you must,
for someone out there just might be in need
of your smile, a gentle look, a nod of trust.
Until then, do unto others as you would wish them
to do unto you. Be good, be considerate.
And to your heart and soul, be true.
Tell us about the nicest thing you’ve ever done.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.
It never hurts to practice kindness
even during the worst of days
when all we want to do is
hide in our private place
when someone out there
just needs a smile
a kind word.
Stay, a
while.
-7/365
Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonnets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).
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