With a dust pan
—- in one hand ,
And the broom
In her other . .
She begins to
Sweep up the
Soil .
❝ 𝑩eing kind is
In my nature . .
I believe everyone
Deserves such
Kindness . . ❞
Her voice cracks
— as she speaks
Up , shaking her
Head she walks
Over to the Corner.
Grabbing the broom ,
She turns to him .
❝ 𝑵onsense , you
Could never be a
Bother . ❞