Be kind, you don’t know her story
She may be a victim of abuse
Each day, she tucks it away out of sight, as she dusts and
cleans
Be kind, for he may be new
The roads well-known may be a labyrinth
Braving the new, he never stops, as he delivers
Be kind, your child may have other talents
Scoring high or athleticism may not be there
You never know, hidden away is a melody, litheness of words
or sharpness of creative mind
Be kind, she may be wobbly
Years of manual work had left her tendons sore
Yet she holds, she nurtures wobbly-lingly so…
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