Gratitude

GRATITUDE

The crippled girl in her power chair.
Joined the rushing, busy crowd.
I watched the people in the square.
The sound of sirens and horns was loud.

She joined the shoppers in their quests
Some on the way to work, a chef, a banker and a nurse.
She tried not to block the walk, she did her best,
But then it happened: she dropped her purse.

Someone help her! I wanted to shout.
No one did and walked around to hurry on.
They all had business to be about.
Stretching over, her face revealed a silent moan.

I helped her gnarled fingers grasp the prize
Her face released the grinding frown
And then she took me by surpirse,
For joy broke forth when I looked down.

Relief, then comfort, and her face glowed.
Her thanks required no voice or word.
Better thanked by such a smile as she bestowed,
And I walked on but vision blurred.