it's kind of beautiful
the rorschach
pattern of milk
on my *******
the matching pair
of dark wet stains
that could just
as easily be
sweat
tears
or a gathering
of the filth
from too many years
spent wearing
an old t-shirt

he was beautiful
too
thick, full lips
I would have loved
to kiss
and they turned
down
like a bow
to match his mama
a pucker so sweet
it will surely
be missed

a three-part
nose like
his dad
resting on cheeks
that are too big
for his tiny
sweet face
but he gets
that from me
so i guess
it's ok

long fingers
on big hands
that looked strong
like his dad
and short toes
like me again
because I
suppose
the genes
of two people
in love just
happen to combine
in a perfect half
even when
the result
can never be
whole

Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.

Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs,
and with expectant eyes,
He waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
But,
in mute language
begged for alms.

I held his shrivelled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder
He sat on a chair in the patio.

The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.

A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
He stood up and silently took leave.

I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.

Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
cause ripples in still waters
................
Over a random act  
of kindness
idly tossed.......