Winning him over
The first day
We showed him the world we had created.
Eager for him to join,
We overwhelmed him with a tidal wave
Of stories, emotions, what made us laugh,
Everything we had learned.
There was a wall behind his eyes.
He watched us but did not understand.
We were sure we’d messed up.
Insulted him somehow.
Or maybe he didn’t like who he saw.
That night, we talked it over.
His worried face in our minds grew clear.
What we had taken for judgment was fear.
He was the one who hadn’t been included
Who felt like he didn’t belong.
He was left out
Left out
And we hadn’t read it right.
The next chance we got
We treated him with more care
Curated his responses
And were rewarded
With uncommon warmth and gentleness.
He relaxed
Into a sage glow
And told us of his life, fears, loves.
Such is the difference
Belonging can make.
Your words speak volumes to my heart…… I remember well, when I first welcome my stepson into my life……..
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aww ❤
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This is so true! Always daunting joining a new group. Love how you’ve expressed it, Sarah!
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Thank you so much Tom!
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Amen! With a little reflection and re-routing, you made all the difference. Beautifully done, Sarah!
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Thank you, Patricia ^_^
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Oh my, Sarah! I love this poem! It really moved me. Insightful. You eloquently expressed the hidden need of the heart to belong, even when it is disguised behind an expression of the face.
Beautifully done!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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aww, thank you Pammy ❤ ❤ ❤
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Very wise words!
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Hi Kat!!! Thank you 🙂
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That was beautiful!
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^_^
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