By Janet Childs
A man walks towards me
And as I look up,
his lips and eyes widen
and then crinkle into a smile
Sparkling eyes, rich and sacred mouth
This is someone’s baby, this full grown man;
he sat on the knee
of a parent, a grandparent
And he remembers the kindness
of small acts –
affection, presence and exchange of energy
that is expanded, woven, netted into a blanket
of human dignity, of togetherness
The breath, where we pause, here and now
It is a sunrise
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