TOUCHING AND TIMELY IN A WORLD WHERE CONDITIONS SUCH AS THIS EXIST IN A GREAT NUMBER. THANKS FOR SHARING JEANETTE, AND GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR SON FOR YOUR HAND OF KINDNESS EXTENDED.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

What a true picture you paint, with your words, of the homeless. What a caring person you are. I wish more people felt this way. Your poem reminds me of something that happened with my daughter. She bought this homeless man a nice warm blanket, because it was cold. She returned from the store and he was gone.

The picture you paint pulls on the heart strings. I'm not sure why we still treat heros this way. I'd bet that the talk with your son meant just as much as the water! Love and Hugs~
Sheila

G'day Jeanette, love your work, I just posted 1 with a similar view point.

This is very raw and very real, and walking down city streets you meet this person alot-most find it easier to look away, so it is great that you wrote this to make people look.

A look through the soul of a homeless person. Your poem brings forth the anguish this person must be feel. Beautifully writen.

Mary

This is a very sad write about the homeless people. Whenever I walked by one I often wondered what it has been like with his/her life. After all, once upon a time they were babies who were once loved and cherished by their parents. Sad indeed!!! That is why if I ever walked by any of them I ALWAYS give them something, even if I couldn't spare it. A dime doesn't help much now, it can't buy them anything, a dollar is more like it if we want to give them at least a warm coffee.

A very thoughful write indeed!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Stories like this puts life in perspective, the importance of a day. Giving is getting back so much more.

Where people look down on folks like me - how so horrendously true, and how so very sad that many of these people are our very own valiant veterans - ignored by us, and by our own government.

...wishing that one thin dime...could erase the pain and suffering of many...I find your sensitive pen...to show the goodness of your heart...and the honesty of sad images one finds most everywhere.
beautiful work of sadness Jeanette...
John

This is very touching...I once asked someone why they wouldn't spare a dime for the homeless and he said (this is true)"I am an immigrant" I thought that was the most stupid thing I'd ever heard. He belived that all those who ask for help are liars and would never give them a thing. Between you and me, I wonder why he never recieves blessings....he is a very miserable person.

Yes,very sad indeed..and it's every where i'm afraid..what a beautiful heart you and your son must have..wonderful writing sweet lady..Hugssss,much love to you both of you..please stay safe and well

Jeanette, this is sad and heart wrenching, we never know what has caused a mind to go awry...that's why my heart goes out to everyone that I see that's homeless. The majority of these homeless people are people who have suffered terrible tragedies in life and they have never been able to grasp hold of their lives. Many are Vietnam Veterans, who served their country so well & many are suffering from some sort of mental illness. I pray every night that "no" one will be left homeless and without someone to love. A great write.

A thought provoking write... How often do we pass up the opportunity to bless another's life?
Cryssa

a very sad situation--played over and over on our streets

Sad, sad write; why can't people help those who need it the most?? (Especially our veterans, our elderly, or the disabled??)

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <

Jeanette, this is so heartbreaking...and these lines..."Where people look down on folks like me And wonder why God gave such as me birth."...put a lump in my throat. Well written.

This is becoming more and more common - shame. Painfully penned awareness - well done, Jeanette.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.