old and frail
with a disability walker
he considerately moved out of my way
as he saw me in sisyphean mode
pushing a mountain of shopping
in my trolley
we began to laugh and chat
he seemed happy to do so
on leaving I thanked him
telling him how much i enjoyed
our conversation whereupon
he kissed my hand
a first for me
unexpected at this age too
A compassionate moment, a tender moment. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI like this, Rall. This is me sort of. I leave my walker in the car and use my cain until I find a wheeled basket. The my cain goes in the basket. We don't touch hands but a lot of help in the Kroger store know us VERY well.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, a bunch of them, manager included, because my cain was left in the cart.
Oh, what a delightful encounter – for both of you, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful encounter - I love those moments of connecting with people by chance - Jae
ReplyDeleteAww what a beautiful moment of connection you described Love it
ReplyDeleteIt is such small inconsequential moments when two human beings connect - even for a moment - that make our day and make us regain faith in human nature. Lovely, Rall.
ReplyDeleteMoments of connection are criminally underrated. Honestly, I think if we could have more of them, we'd see a changed world.
ReplyDeleteHow poignant and lovely this respectful encounter when two people connected for a brief moment in time.
ReplyDeleteA new beginning blooming of empathy. Humane.
ReplyDeleteOH how I love this poem!!! I make a point of (when appropriate) engaging in conversation with someone I have made special eye contact, or shared a gentle smile with. Usually some of my most heart touching conversations / encounters. I know you are the same, Rall.
ReplyDeleteHow rare to see the courtesies that developed when there weren't a lot of humans on Earth, still being used in our crowded world.
ReplyDeleteAgreed--legal immigrants tend to add something to the society they want to join, as they've promised to do. I wish Trump would stop using the word that accurately describes his grandparents and two of his wives to refer to criminal traffickers.
Without immigrants, we wouldn't be where we are.
ReplyDeleteThese kinds of encounters leave you with a warm feeling.
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