Yesterday I walked past a man who wore sandals that were 3 sizes too big.
It made me sad.
He was about sixty.
He wore a white t-shirt and black shorts.
And sandals that made him walk funny.
It made me want to give him some money to buy new shoes.
But I wasn't sure if he'd think I was crazy.
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This other time I saw a man eating alone.
He had such sad eyes.
Some people look absolutely fine dining alone.
But he looked like he'd been doing it for too long, and was resigned to the lonliness.
Of course I don't know any of this for sure.
But I felt sorry for him.
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Last weekend I saw her exhaustion.
It had taken over her body,
And showed itself everywhere;
Her shoulders, voice, corners of her eyes.
It makes me want to cry.
Because she puts on that pillar-strong front,
And thinks she needs to mother me like I were 6 all over again.
It makes me cry.
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These days I see beauty in the simplest of things.
In the way the cat outside sleeps all day.
In the precious hours I have with my mother.
In the way love sometimes moves even the most anchored resistance.
And so I should.
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