Today, I’m not here to paint or share my own story,
But to teach a lesson without seeking glory.
This might be a story or maybe a rhyme,
But it’s something I felt, I needed to chime.
I was at a place people fear, a hospital’s gate,
In line for a scan, the usual wait.
I couldn’t help but overhear a lady’s sad tale,
Young and beautiful, but her face was pale.
She seemed to live for fun, those Friday nights,
But her life held hidden and challenging fights.
She had a child she cherished the most,
Innocent and young, like a morning’s first toast.
One day, he found strength to hold something tight,
But, oh, it was something that gave her a fright.
Doctors said he’d never walk, talk, or be the same,
Her eyes filled with sorrow, as if carrying a heavy flame.
This story tells us, in a simple way,
Don’t judge by looks or what’s on display.
A lesson we’ve heard, but let’s keep it in mind,
Empathy and kindness, to others, let’s bind.
10NER'S POETRY 