Queen With A Cane (In My Eyes)

This is a regal poem, written as a token of gratitude for a neighbor's kindness.
I like the way you hold your cane,
I admire how you manage your pain.

I'm grateful for how you helped me,
Consider me a sometimes colorful, sometimes noisy, sport
And a jester in your court.
Have you ever been moved by a neighbor's kindness?
Many times, in many ways.
Not often enough.
Without doubt.
Not really.
Published: 6/26/2015
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