Susan wakes up everday
as soon as the sunrises, packing her vehicle with pastries and hot coffee to take to her uptown core. She drops them off at a make-shift shelter for ladies trying to start over again. Susan remembers when she was there, leaving a place of abuse and the strength to look forward with a small gesture and a smile. A gentile gift of hope. Gilbert wakes every Saturday morning, packs a guitar in the back of his car. Stops for water and coffee, pays for the people behind him without saying a word to the receivers. Gilbert then goes to a senior's complex where some are not even able to get up to leave their room. He brings out his guitar and plays for hours. Smiling back at the grinning faces that are looking back through windows as Gilbert sings his gift of hope. Each work day, Jessica prepares. Puts on her nursing scrubs and when she gets to the hospital, a mask, head dress and gloves to give comfort to those that are sick, alone and scared. Jessica goes from room to room with kind words and smile knowing that she amy also get sick. She fights that feeling each work day as Jessica spreads the gift of hope. Through gestures of the unselfish and caring, good spirits are spread in the air. Going from person to person who pass it on to the next. Filling the human race with the gift of hope. May 14, 2020 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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6/10/2020 09:40:17 pm
Oh, I love this poem, Andy. People giving of themselves gift of hope to people around them. The way the world is nowadays, we sure need a lot of it. Thank you very much, Andy, for sharing this beautiful poem with us! Keep on writing because you are a talented, gifted, phenomenal poet and writer!
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