Eyes.
It was painful to observe the man/child waiting
His turn at the hair salon.
His face was misshapen and his grunts
Unintelligible.
He refused to stay in his chair and wandered
In the open space.
But he was clutching Gumby in his fist and
Could sense love.
I patted his back, looked into his eyes and
Said, "Hello."
I spoke to his caregiver too.
She told me the man's parents had died, and
She was taking their place.
A beautiful smile lit up the older lady's face, and
I noticed how patient and tender she was
Toward Steven.
I gave her my admiration, one of my tracts, and
A big hug.
As I walked out the door I felt like my lot in
Life was an easy one: and I felt like I
Had just met an angel unaware named Jody.