Kind

My mother always said be kind
I have been kind of always.
Being cruel would be too grueling.
Once or twice I had to smite...
Not out of spite but to contain some fueling
Of the hateful kind.

Now in the dead of night
I hear my mother singing
A song so low and sweet.

I kind of always sing too loud
Too stridently and harsh...
Perhaps I should be crooning.
And when the song is over and done
I can find kindness to face the day.















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-17 at 04:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't kind-of like this poem. I like it completely.
2021-01-17


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, Jenks!
2021-01-17



I admire the agility of the rhymes, patterned in such a way as not to impede the fluency and grace of the poem.
2021-01-17