When day is done

and I’ve finished gathering up

my share of life

I give thanks

that I helped someone

make it through

and how easy it was to be

a listener

in time of need.

She had questions about

where to turn

who to call

asked, do you know how long

my quest for a place to live

has been?

I replied, no

but things are about to change.

She told me about her Mom

showed me her scars from cutting herself

as a way to get attention

to bring to light her emptiness

her plea for a mother’s love.

I asked her

what makes you feel good

about yourself

she replied, drawing

showed me a few she had done

and I noticed the smile

upon her face

when I told her she had a gift

I was impressed.

When day is done

my heart is filled with hope

my mind thankful that I have one

and it is a wonderful day

when sunset finds its way

into my life.

2012