Charity

The child was lost and hungry,

Undernourished, underfed.

Tattered rags adorning skin and bone,

A blanket for a bed.

Reaching out with pleading eyes,

No mother to caress or hold

A trembling hand when danger stalks.

No warmth to shield from bitter cold.

 

Great grandfather... 92,

Hardly what he used to be.

Struggling to remember, what was

Once routine now comes and goes.

Slowly... Slower... Slower still.

Patience through necessity

Compounding his frustration.

Fear of dying... Constant woes.

 

Cords are struck. Compassion hums.

A giving spirit sings its' song.

Charity begins at birth and stays

To last a whole life long.