Compassion

I met two women this morning at the farmers’ market. We said hello and shared pleasantries about the beautiful day. We both praised God for allow us ol’ fokes’ to enjoy His beauty in the world. We laughed for two whole minutes and enjoyed each other’s company. As we parted, I said to my wife how disappointed I was that I had forgotten to ask their names; it’s not right to remember two new family members without names, just as the toothless one and the Black one. Well, we can love them just as much. At my age, if we see them next week, I wouldn’t remember a name anyway. . . just love them as sisters.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.