When you say I matter
For me; a “no body”…
It’s to be somebody.
When you wipe my tears
With your own cloth…
When you give me your hand
You let me hold on…
It’s to be somebody.
I sit at your table
You pass me a cup
Your cup
I dine at your table
Sharing your plate
You cause me to smile
You let me smile
Along with you
In your presence
At your table
With you
For me,….
It’s to be somebody.
By Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
Beautiful
Thank-you ❤
Here where we have many homeless coming to our church, making eye contact and saying hello makes it possible to “be somebody.”
Thank-you Elizabeth ❤. I believe everyone has a story, a path never traveled by another… Compassion maybe all one needs. I know that first hand even though I was never homeless.
So lovely! 😀
Thank-you very much 💞
You’re so welcome! 😀
I love this, Susan. So lovely – the gift of presence. ❤
You are so kind. Thank-you very much. When one has been given compassion, there’s no better words to express that feeling. It’s humbling ❤. Many, Many hugs.
Gorgeous. You have such a gift with words.
Thank-you Cassandra. That’s very kind of you to say ❤
Beautifully written on being REAL ….lovely!
Thank-you Oliana 💞
What lovely gifts to a beloved. You are truly and artist with words!
Thank-you Marie❤. You are so kind.
Thank you for vising my post – and being somebody.
Thank-you my dear. Hugs💞