It is the key that opens the door,
The siren that heralds what is more.
It is the forgotten smile that stirs hope,
The lion that purrs its willingness to cope.
It is the comforting hug of a friend,
The gift we need for a hurt to mend.
It is the umbrella shared during a storm,
The shelter of a compassionate form.
It is the house we all come to know
Encouraging others to grow.
For what greater gift can we find
Than to support, nurture and be kind?
mj 11.10.17 poem

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