The giver


A soft touch, gentle
kindness felt, a balm
ready to share, over flowing
the giver, a heart blooming.

A flower of beauty, fragile
abundance dots the fields
the eyes sees the banquet
the giver, full of love.

Come, hands extended
a hug, wrapped in warmth
to be held with gentleness
the giver, full of light.

Searching, one that is lost
a hand reaching out
a lifeline offered
the giver, the caretaker.

A healer, touching hearts
compassion on lips softly spoken
the broken drawn to healing
the giver, the soul on fire.

This gift, born inside
cannot be duplicated
nurtured to grow with care
to one day become the giver.

By C.E. Pereira


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