by Kat Monroe
I completely fell apart when I came upon you there.
A spec of a survivor, in such deep despair.
A little old man, you were not needed anymore.
Thrown out like trash, no opening of the door.
I thought to myself, how could this be done,
to this tiny little stranger sturggling in the sun.
You stole all my attention and I wondered if I should.
My heart won out so I settled you in
and deceided to name you "Good".
The months flew by and I pretended not to know
that your courageous spirit would soon fade and go.
So one night your eyes spoke what words could never say,
My time has come, you gave me hope, don't cry it will be okay.
If you never chance you'll never share that precious give and take.
Cherishing little bits of "Good" and the difference it can make.
I believe he held out to savor his short but needed reprieve.
He was welcome to stay forever, if he didn't have to leave.
Now I have my memories with a never ending ache, reminding me to
do all things "just for "Goodness" sake.