It’s hard not to love the world.
A small boy at Dunkin’ Donuts
all blue eyes - tousled hair
curls his toes
on the rung of his chair
waves at me through the glass.
Leaving Dunkin’, one dad
holds the door for another as
his daughter spins in her red skirt
and her dark curls fly
in a little girl’s flirt.
Saturdays with her dad.
How can I not love this routine
weekend trips with children?
Media so rarely features bliss,
family outings, courtesy
better than a kiss is the
kindness and joy that hold us here.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
Another great poem Cindy. Love it. Makes me miss seeing people everyday in our before Covid life.
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I love your poetry…this short piece is so beautiful…
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On Mon, Feb 22, 2021 at 10:47 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” It’s hard not to love the world. A small boy > at Dunkin’ Donuts all blue eyes – tousled hair curls his toes on the rung > of his chair waves to me through the glass. Leaving Dunkin’, one dad > holds the door for another as his daughter spins in ” >
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I love this. 💕
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Wonderful, Cynthia, and so true!
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Thank you, Becky!
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You are so kind! Thank you.
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Thank you, Michael! Love you.
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Thank you, Michael! Love you.
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Thank you, Suze. I miss in-person life too.
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