If for a moment I take a breath and that breath is in shame of how I've been acting, and the woman in front of me puts her finger over her lips and shushes me as if I am a child and I have to agree that lately she seems right.
When she does it again, I try to speak but smile and think to thank her for teaching me how to treat her.
And when I said, "I was blessed with a good mama."
It's true what he says. How dare I judge anyone's mama good or bad?
Today I am grateful that he stopped by,
that other people know what they're doing,
and how mostly I've been able to hitch a ride.
That guy who cleaned the floor, how do I repay his kindness?
I should answer that question tomorrow.
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