My mother always told me

To lend a helping hand

To the stranger

Down the lane

On our street

At the corner of the bakery

For you never know 

When that stranger

Down the lane

On our street

Might meet 

Unexpected fortune

And they will always 

Remember 

Your kindness

Filtered with gifts

A helping hand

Do we really get to choose to be kind?

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This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was “choice”. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination. Tune in tomorrow to see the new challenge for this week! Photo by Brendan Church on Unsplash.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.