Friend  ....... The last 3 words in this poem were "care about each other" .....Somehow it got cut off. Thanks to all of you who sent emails and noticed........................wynn

Strays

(c) 1996 Wynn Free

 

Sometimes I adopt people,

Usually adults.

I call them often,

And make sure things are going OK.

I think my presence in their life

Might really make a difference

To them,

So I stay present

Regardless of what they're going through.

When I sense

I have made a difference,

I feel different

Inside myself.

I've increased my feelings

Of value and worthiness,

And the care I extended

Comes back to me manifolds.

And when my adoptees

Meet each other,

They tend to bond easily.

And soon I have a little family

Created out of nowhere

Of people who really 

Care about each other