She found reasons to hold my hand during the time we spent together
And nearly saved my life by walking me over the other side of the street
To her, my feet with no calluses were feet of royalty
she called me
I held her tight when we said goodbye
And told her all about the gifts I’d bring her next time:
A stool bench that folds, a pair of sandals like mine, a new brand name polish to keep company to the one I gifted her last time…
But then she left without knowing
how much love I felt for her
This woman I’ve seen only twice in my life,
Who paints my nails while sitting on a plastic bucket
And tells me stories of family, love, and tragedy
All accompanied by a smile and good cheer.
Do you know how special you are?
If I’m princess, you are queen of this universe
And don’t you dare let them tell you otherwise
You’ve given me more warmth in a few hours than I’ve received in months in that far away land where I hail from,
Where we keep all our calluses in our soul,
not our feet.