Thank you  :).I am happy to be here and looking forward to getting to know you in this beautiful forum

What a lovely poem & painting Melissa.  I wish I could write like that still.  I can't get the inspiration anymore.   Maybe if I get a handle on my Depression better maybe the inspiration will return .  Again Great poem & painting.

Although this isn't exactly a poem, I think it might fall into your category here. My mom passed in May of 2007 at 94 years of age, so this piece was written some time ago but the impact of the events is still with me today.

My 86-year-old-mom broke her arm a couple of months ago
which involved the usual, numerous trips
back and forth to the doctor for check-ups.
After one rather lengthy visit,
we solved the lunch problem by going to Furrs.

"Not one of my better ideas," I thought
as I tried to follow the Furrs helper
to a table, hold my tray and my mom
as I watched her wobble through
the maze of tables. We had barely
sat down when she reached for her
silverware and knocked over her
glass of water.

The lady sitting in the booth behind
Mom simply handed her napkin over the
seat so I could wipe up the water; then she
handed me a bowl for the ice while
her husband went for a towel.
I gratefully accepted their help and commented
that I knew angels were here on earth.

Even though Mom was eating with her
"wrong" hand, we made it through the
rest of the meal without incident.
Shortly before we finished, the couple
behind her got up to leave. As they
passed our table, I looked up to thank
them again for their help and the
gentleman reached down, retrieved our
ticket, and hurried away. I finished
my meal through tear-filled eyes and
was more convinced than ever that
"Sometimes, there are angels among
us if we only look to see them."

m

dear  "m"
That's very touching for sure . I really do believe that sometimes ordinary people are led by their gardian angels .Its a beautiful example of how strangers can impact other peoples lives just by living by example .Thanks
blessings
Melissa