There is a young girl, a woman
a neighbor near you
who takes care of little creatures.
Birds with broken wings…
lost children, broken hearts
Cats that have no homes
need food or shelter
for a day, a week, forever…
She is you, she is me, she is my friend
Life separated us
Chasms apart, hearts far away
Land and oceans dividing bodies
For conjoined hearts cannot be separate
We share words, she and I
we share feelings…
For humans lost, hearts found
misplaced critters tossed aside
catching spiders and crickets
Lost in the house in glass jars,
Tossing them outside, on flowers in our gardens.
On dreary Sunday mornings, gray skies pouring cold rain
I remember us fondly, with goose bumps traveling up my spine.
I remember wondrous little girls and women
who take care of little creatures…
Children with broken spirits, birds with broken wings,
cats that have no homes.
*for my very special friends, too many to name, you know who you are… I love you
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