Posts Tagged ‘Compassion’

A Beautiful Child

November 17, 2013

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He calls out
Her voice heard
Down the hall from his room
 
Severely disabled,
He lies there
Waiting
 
We enter his room
Looking at him lying there
In the quiet children’s home
 
Others create a din
But they are in school
Now, nothing – stillness
 
I ask if I may touch
If he might be alarmed
“No, he likes being touched.”
 
I place my hand gently
Alongside his face
He presses in, steadily, lovingly

© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

I Saw Her Coming

June 29, 2013

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About one block
Into my morning run
My moment of solitude
Listening to birds
Feeling the rain
Leftover rain
Last night’s rain
Peering over
Leaves’ edges
Before completing
Their journey
Plunging to the pavement
Below
 
I saw her coming
A half block away
Do you ever feel like
Not talking?
I mean really
Not talking?
Maybe I could
Commence my running
Pick up my pace
Smile and wave
Hurry on by
 
Anyway,
I stopped
In the sun
I stopped
Foolishly
In the burning-through-
Humid-morning-air
Hot sun
I stopped
We talked
And we talked
We talked
About her son
Normally with her
 
A man with a disability
Developmental
He is her constant companion
Except
When he is in daycare
A respite
For her
A break
For her
Relief from his 35 years
For her
So she walks
And she talks
If one stops
For her

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins