Poetry/Short Stories

To be somebody.

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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

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