Of Strangers
And so it is that kindness stays with me,
the way the woman in the store smiles at me
when she can tell I might start to cry.
And so it is that kindness stays with me,
the way the woman in the store smiles at me
when she can tell I might start to cry.
I carry her smile in my pocket all day,
like a coin, something I carry everywhere
with no effort, but sometimes forget, and then,
when my fingers again find the ridged edges,
when I feel the weight of the coin in my palm,
I am struck by how something so small
carries value, carries meaning. All day
the smile stays with me. All day, I touch
it again and again, feel how its weight
like a coin, something I carry everywhere
with no effort, but sometimes forget, and then,
when my fingers again find the ridged edges,
when I feel the weight of the coin in my palm,
I am struck by how something so small
carries value, carries meaning. All day
the smile stays with me. All day, I touch
it again and again, feel how its weight
tips some invisible scale, how I remember
again to say hello to fate and fall in love.
again to say hello to fate and fall in love.
Rosemerry Trommer
Oh yes. Smiles actually save lives - http://whiletheworldisgoingplaces.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-am-walking-to-bridge.html
