MITTENS AND KINDNESS v2
It caught my eye,
the miniature hand of wool so carefully placed upon the wall, against the stone,
a brilliant white, soft and pure as the infant skin it once graced.
few casual glances and I know it was by a simple kindness found, sad thoughts of tiny blue fingers prompted it’s rescue from the frozen ground.
They will not
notice it’s loss, and for a mitten will not pass again. No it will soon be in the dirt once more,
but this act of simple kindness will there remain.