Author's Note: I truly enjoy the harvest season, where we reap what we have sown or benefit from the sowing of others via farmer’s markets. However, there are other types of harvest. This poem refers to acts of kindness.
It all started with something I had read in school, “That we should do good for others, even strangers.” But how was I at age nine Going to be able to safely interact with a stranger on my own? That very week, on a hot Saturday, I saw our mailman struggling with his large leather satchel, sweating as he climbed the steps to our door side mailbox. I called out, “Would you like a glass of water?” He nodded and I ran to the refrigerator to pour a glass of clear cold water from the pitcher there. After he finished it he smiled and thanked me. I’d never seen our mailman smile before! It lit up my heart. I treasured that smile and began to ponder other ways I could sow small seeds of kindness and reap the joy of others’ smiles. Kind remarks, compliments, became my surest path to reaping smiles from random folk So small a thing, you may say, Although, I think those smiles sow the seeds of happiness in others, so others reap joy as well.. the deeds ripple out like bread or even stones dropped in water so many others reap from the one good word or small deed I’ve sown. You may shake your head my cynical friend, but I smile at your scoffing because I think that maybe that is true.
©2022 Joan Leotta
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