Kindness.

Kindness..

( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.)

My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger and unkind words. Love is never meanness, love is never breaking another person, spirit.

True love is a never ever-expanding emotion of kindness. Ensuring your family and friends know. They have a safe place to go, to rest, be safe.

Love should be gentle. Never fall in love with a angry person. Some people cannot know peace, some people cannot know love. They love chaos and ownership.

Today I remember my grandmother words. I told my children. Please come home to me when you feel confused, scared. I will be here for you always. I am your safe place.

I remember my grandmother holding my hands and she told me. Talk to me, stay with me till you feel strong again. You do not walk alone.

John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

I remember my grandmother (before dementia took what beliefs she had and turned them into babble and square pegs) waiting for me in the driving rain at the bus stop in small- town, Georgia with similar words as these. I had been running from heartbreak which is the defense mechanism that has followed me throughout my life. Because heartbreak is confusion and the only way to concur confusion is to run from the dubiety of it. I BELIEVED. But this poem means more (way more) than simple consultations. Poetry is the same as hand holding; is the same as being safe and saved. I believe in you John. Well done. dana.. .

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Dana for reading and the comment. I try to be like my grandparent. Always a smile and good advice.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Very good old friend...
Yes, love is always kindness.
Enjoyed reading your piece.
Good poem.
Keep it up!
Take good care.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. I appreciate the kind words.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You are welcome.
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