Kindness can be worn like a robe—soft, rich and royal.
Ask me how I know and I’ll
Tell you this—
Humility is
Less don’t see me, but more I see you.
Even on my worst day,
Even when
No one else seems to.
Just because I smile, don’t mistake—I
Ache, too. But warm and soft, it costs
Nothing to be kind,
Especially
when it’s your worst day, too.
© 2026 Jennifer Wagner
Lesson learned from my grandma (Kathleen Jane). March 20, the first day of spring, would have been her birthday. So fitting for who she was as a person. Also, I kept her robe. It still smells like her.
My condolences on the passing of your Grandma Kathleen Jane, Jennifer. The acute ache is felt. {{{HUGS}}}}
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem for your grandmother, Jennifer. It sounds like she was a wonderful person.
ReplyDeleteWarm and kind, I really like "Less don’t see me, but more I see you." Such a wonderful reminder.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful name acrostic in remembrance of your grandma, Jennifer! I love that you included her robe in your name acrostic poem, and it is so true: ‘Humility is / Less don’t see me, but more I see you.’
ReplyDeleteA lovely memory lovingly expressed.
ReplyDeleteThere is much wisdom in - "Humility is/Less don’t see me, but more I see you."
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