Kindness #atozchallenge #elderlyissues

Reached out a hand

shadow covers life’s light

she held mine

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Kindness seems like a great word for the A to Z challenge as we start a new week

 

“She was the kindest and loving neighbor I’ve ever had.”

“She was kind and thoughtful to everyone in her life”

“She never said an unkind word to her family”

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 8am – I must change her position in bed and give her meds.

It’s still early for her body.

9am – I crack the blinds. The sun peaks in.

 Her toes that have snuck out from under the covers are waving

10am she says good morning by squeezing my hand. That squeeze means so much.

Several weeks  – caregivers and family have poured kindness into her care

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Last week her husband face-timed me

“Hello, How are you?” Her face was beaming and I wanted to hug her.

“You look great. Its wonderful to see you up and about.”

“Thank you for everything you did”

I should be thanking her because even in the darkest days her kindness came through

 

How has someone’s kindness made you day, week, month???

During these days of Covid some contact is nice.

Thank you each one of you. Even distant friendships mean sooo much.

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Kindness #children #atozchallenge

mama’s busy with the farm

rain blocked the way

we jump life’s puddles

we  cross them together

today on my back

tomorrow holding hands

 

The Acholi are hard working and determined people. The women will work the farm during the day, clean up , then carry their produce to market each evening. The young girls sweetly care for their siblings even those still in diapers. What determination we see in those so young. So proud of the kindness of children.

Are you doing the A to Z challenge? Are you determined to finish strong?

We are near to the halfway mark – bravo.

Jinja and Kampala #uganda #atozchallenge

So I was on the road and off grid and am going to play catch up. My theme is still Uganda and most often a tribute to the Acholi tribe of Northern Uganda.

The beginning of the Nile

or so some claim

a harbor for refugees

Jinja is her name

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Traffic’s a jam

four hours a mile

crocodiles skulk

in the heart of the Nile

Kampala, her largest city

the cattle don’t know

 walk through the middle

cars mingle you know

time on our hands

we shop with our eyes

from jewelry to dead fish

from pearls to swine

business essential

my office or yours

junk yard pavilion

car on the second floor

 

Jinja was the city that many acholi fled to when the north was ravaged by soldiers. Many have not returned to their ancestral land.

Kids Make a Home #atozchallenge #haiku

As my children were growing up, we had a house with room for our children and their friends to play. We kept our big dining room table open for cards, puzzles,board games. The pool was always ready for Marco Polo, volleyball and diving competition. Our yard  welcomed games of  croquet and badminton.  We often had 20 – 30 kids at one time and sometimes as many as 50. The memories will long outlive the street lamp in the front. My children were all home this past weekend for a late Easter. We stayed up late eating, laughing and playing games.

 

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swarms of giggles

one yard, play four seasons

makes a house a home

Do kids make your house seem more like a home?

The prompt at Poets United Midweek Motif is Home.

I am participating in the A to Z Challenge and visiting these folks today:

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The Girl With Many Kindnesses #atozchallenge #life’slessons #photography #fantasy

walking stick

One day a little girl was sent on an errand for her mama.

“The road will be long but you will be safe as long as you extend kindness along the path.”

“Of course, mama,” the girl smiled knowing this would not be a difficult task.

In her head she recited the things she needed to buy: “Milk, butter, flour, and a ham hock for making soup.”

She met an old frail woman on the path. “Oh, she looks like she might trip and fall on that root.” The little girl rushed to aid the woman.

“Goodbye,” she waved after helping the woman to an even part of the path.

A little further along, she heard sobbing. She noticed a young woman with her head bent so low she might fall into the waters below. Without thinking, she bobbed over with a cheerful face and gave the young woman the bouquet she had been picking for her mama. “One so fair, let the beauty of the day drive away your cares,” She said as she skipped off.

Just outside of the village, a scrawny lad leaned against the tree. “He looks so hungry.” A tear formed in the girl’s eye. “There must be something… ” She remembered the bite size sandwich her mother had made for her journey. “I know it’s not much, but I hope you will gain  strength from my small lunch.”

“But what will give you strength little one?”

“I have plenty of strength to get me safely home.”

As the man at the market loaded a canvas sack, he noted that it was too heavy for the girl. “How will you manage?” he implored. He had knowingly added some medicinal herbs and a jar of medicine for the girl’s sick mama.

“Sir, I don’t know” her face showed concern ” I am suddenly feeling tired from my journey.” The man smiled “Eat this; it will be enough.”  As she ventured out, she knew she must be swift, her mama needed these things.

As she left the store, someone handed her a walking stick. “This may to you strength bring.” She smiled in “thanks” as the gift giver hurried off.

“I must be lost for I do not remember the huge tree in the way of my passage.” The tree tried to scoop her up. She waved the stick like a fly swatter and the tree shrank in size. “I hope the boy, who ate my lunch, is safe, ” she thought.

“The path can’t be right for there was no raging river in my way.” She looked and looked for a way around. She waved the stick and the river became a brook once again. “I hope the girl is free from the water’s pull.”

“I’m so tired,” the little girl huffed and puffed. There was a small donkey standing just up ahead. “I don’t remember you,” she said as she climbed gratefully on his back. “You are a wonderful creature,” she whispered in his ear.

A howling wind, accompanied by a blizzard, blocked her pathway home. “No you don’t,” she scolded as she raised the stick high. “We must get home to help mama.” The storm turned to a misty, much needed rain.

As she bounded into her small, warm home, she noticed her mother was pale and almost blue in color.

“Oh mama, take some of this that the nice man sent to make you feel well. I will make these herbs into a tea.” She raised the stick. “You have taken care of me. Please help my mama.”

The girl’s mama rose from her couch with her strength restored. As she gathered her girl into her arms, the little girl became a young woman, kindness beamed in her deep blue eyes.

“Thank you stick.” she whispered. She knew not that all along it had been her many kindnesses that had given the power to the stick.

Life’s Lesson: Remember to give a kindness today; you never know how it may be repaid.

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Photography: “Walking Stick” copyright L. Moon 2013

I am participating in the A to Z month long Blog Challenge – Today’s letter “K”

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