Once again, like storms I remember from my childhood,
The rain has returned to fill the fields and forests
With deep puddles and the kind of mud that can swallow machines.
She has been sleeping late this morning
Because there is nowhere to go
And the weather is as good as a locked gate.
I watch her face, trying to record the details of her appearance.
I have seen her kindness
It comes out of her like the glow from a flame.
It makes me smile, a sad little happiness.
She shares pictures of dogs with me.
Animals who need adopting from the pound;
She would have them all if she could.
And in her gentle love of animals and from her thoughtful acts
There grows a gentle love in me.
The kind of feeling that lets a single tear fall from my eye.
I am ashamed in case she sees it
And asks me ‘are you crying?’
I would laugh and say no, my eyes are tired.
The truth is; it is a tear that says
You have touched my heart.
“it is a tear that says you have touched my heart” — beautiful ending, thank you for sharing. You earned a follow.
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