The little boy
his little red raincoat
I remember my little purple raincoat
it used to feel so big.
His grandma
her black raincoat
trowel in hand
I remember my grandma teaching me gardens
one big idea
for one little person.
They walk the yard
the little boy's enormous kingdom
he may rein someday
learns his way
the grandma's kingdom
nearly no longer
she must teach him
but she loves teaching just the same.
Kindness is many
many things
kindness is the grandma and the little boy
raincoats and trowels
kingdoms passed on
in the neighbor's backyard.
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Writing.
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