Mother's Day week-long countdown has officially begun. My mom, in our six short years together shared alot with me, almost all of which i don't remember, but it flows through me like the blood she imparted nonetheless. She also gave me a meaningful supply of empathy. I am as sure of this as i am anything else in life. My mom knew, decades before many books would talk about it or before President Obama would describe it as a critical trait of his future Supreme Court Justice mominee, that empathy made the world a better place. She knew it and knew i needed to as well.
I wrote this poem about a decade ago and like most of the daily Rhymes of Passion and the 145 (days) left to go, i've written them over the years with no chronology to any of them. When they came to mind, i simply wrote the sentiment or the poem. In the case of this particular poem, i do somehow remember my mom whispering something about looking outward and carrying about those others may not see...it's possible i was dreaming. Very possible.
empathy poem.pdf (639.43 kb)