It happened one night,
when I was feeling down.
I just had surgery,
and there was no one around.
I pulled out a notebook,
and began to write.
My very first poem,
how I felt that night.
The words came out,
it flowed off my pen.
I finished the poem,
and sent it to my friend.
She loved it so much,
she showed it to her daughter.
She even encouraged me,
to write another.
It's forty-five years later,
it's late at night.
Thanks to my friend,
I continue to write.
Let's open our arms,
let's open our heart.
Let's start right now,
and do our part.
We can reach out,
and do a good deed.
We can lend a hand,
to someone in need.
Send a greeting card,
to show you care.
You can visit someone,
when no one else is there.
Even a warm embrace,
will do something good.
Or surprise a neighbor,
and do some handiwork.
Our words can be cheerful,
the way we say hello.
You can say I love you,
to someone you know.
An act of kindness,
in the things we do.
Is seen by God,
who will bless you.
