My mom always told me to be myself
I guess she noticed first I was always
different

Not similar to the rest but
I should be happy about that
That I seen things a little differently

And at the age of six I understand empathy
More that any child, teenager, and some adults
She liked to call me compassion when I was little

I hated so much when I was smaller
But I miss it now since she has left this earth
I miss her yelling compassion
Come clean up


I would pout around as I cleaned
Her helping me
Saying compassion
I know you have some giving to do but please stop pouting
and help you will be done soon

Even though she isn't here anymore
I never lost this compassion
I would give my last dollar to anyone of my friends who need it
Give them the clothes I own just to keep them warm
Lend them my ear when they think the rest of the
world isn't listening

Sometimes it seems the rest world has forgot
The definition of compassion
Everyday I wake up
I remind one person
About this thing called compassion

Then just maybe they can pass it on
And the world in due time
Will never forget compassion ever again