Echoes of Compassion

Morning light filtered through the blinds,

Above the keyboard's silent keys.

The cursor blinked, still waiting;

On screen, the canvas waited for me.

I paused before starting.

My coffee began to cool.

The burden Diana has carried,

Someone should show they care.

Quietly, for her parents she cared,

A privilege from her heart.

Her purpose faded with their breath,

Leaving a lifetime of memories.

With quiet doubt, I typed the letter.

Showing my appreciation is long overdue.

Empathy battled with my doubt;

Would she welcome words from me?

Little acts of compassion

Echo longer than we know.

What seems small in the moment

Might help someone's spirit grow.

I sealed the envelope with hope,

Her address written with care.

Dropping it into the postal box meant

The point of no return is here.

Weeks went by; life moved forward.

The letter faded from memory's view.

Then one day, an envelope arrived:

Diana's words, heartfelt and true.

"Your letter came," she writes with grace.

"On Mom's heavenly anniversary,

Your timing couldn't have been more perfect.

Thank you for remembering me."

Her reply shook me to my core.

I stared at what she'd written.

The timing couldn't be chance;

Something bigger was working here.

Little acts of compassion

Echo in ways unexpected.

A moment’s warmth, once given,

May bring light to a heavy heart.

Reach out to those around you.

Let them know you see their burdens.

In a world of passing shadows,

Small gestures shine bright.

A simple letter, kindly sent,

Revealed how far compassion extends.

In a drawer of memories, the card finds its place,

Bridging time and healing the empty space.

Alan Simpson