Wanted: Someone willing to do                                                                                        The right thing, simply because                                                                                             It is the right thing to do…

One who longs to see the world                                                                               Through a child’s eyes                                                                                                   Despite never having a childhood…

Someone who has the courage                                                                                             To change, when to change is to                                                                                        Let go of everything they’ve ever known…

One who can allow themselves                                                                                               A moment to mourn over the loss                                                                                      Of a child they never knew…

Someone who periodically hands over                                                                               A pocket full of change to the lonely drunk                                                                 And never tells a soul…

The one who would have no problem politely                                                       Informing the potential homewrecker,                                                          “Everything I’ve ever needed is at home”.

If interested: Please know                                                                                        Although you are the minority                                                                                          You are not alone, she’s still out there…


Poetry: Inspired by Wistawa Szymborska.                                                    Published: Northwestern State University Argus, 2010                    


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I'll forgive you long before I forgive myself. I'll push you away while I am longing to hold you. I find myself thinking of how much you mean to me..without saying it nearly enough. My son is teaching me how to love, laugh, and live:)
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