I wheel back my grocery carts

I give the thank you wave

I’ll hold the door

arriving first

I’d rather share than save

I listen when you speak to me

while tying on your shoes

I empathize

with ventures tried

I might have tried it, too…

I bandage wings

on broken birds

& catch/release for spiders

no cush’

nor smoosh

for scary bugs

residing now outsider.

I compliment

in kind, when praised

my Daddy raised me well

with courtesies

like thanks and please

attached to what I tell

if line is long

I’ll let you pass

I’ll point out spinach’ed teeth

I’ll flick off dust

from shoulders, plus

I’ll tell you, you look chic.

I’m kind

and sweet

and kind of sweet

it’s my essential mind frame

like moss on rock

my heart is chock

–full of love

not mindgames…

©Karen Robiscoe