Thank you, to the kind woman at the bus stop,
Who gives me a smile like tonic, every single morning.
Thank you, to the cheerful man at the cafeteria,
Who says, 'The usual?'
And brings me my carrot juice, without me saying anything at all,
Thank you, to the random lady dolled up in red,
For picking up the pen that I dropped.
Thank you, little girl in pink dress,
For saying a coy 'Good morning!' and making my day.
Thank you, the guy at the second hand bookstore,
With the dreamy eyes of an Absent-minded poet,
(After all, kindred souls recognise each other.)
For the gorgeously wild, deliciously old books,
And the worlds and the people they bring along.
Thank you, the elderly lady with an oxygen cannula,
In her nostrils and a hunger for life shimmering in her eyes,
For her smile and her heart-breaking answer,
'Oh, I feel great today! How are you today?'
Thank you to the bubbly salesperson, with the sunny grin,
Who asks, 'face cream for your blackheads, ma'am?'
(You have to admire her nerve!)
Thank you to the Popcorn guy at the movie theatre,
For all the extra butter.
Thank you to the Woman with the pretty nose ring and sari,
At the mall, who squeals when I come out of the trial room,
'oh!!! Yes! Red is definitely your colour!'
And last but certainly not least, big thank you to you,
Reading this little poem of mine,
And sending a little love this way!
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NEPENTHE
PoetryHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
