Dear unhoused man sitting on my front lawn, When you see your mother, please tell her I fed you homemade soup. Warm lentils with vegetables in a porcelain bowl with a silver spoon. Tell her I touched your arm looked into your scabbed grey face and when our eyes met you cried with gratitude. Tell her that under your breath you whispered Thank you and that you put your dishes neatly on my front stairs, leaving me a bicycle wheel as a gift. Tell her that she raised a gentleman.
Discussion about this post
No posts




This is lovely, Laura.
Touched my heart