I used to live ¼ mile from a produce stand.
The owner, Justy,
always cheerfully welcomed
And helped me,
Beyond making a profit.
If the foodstamp reader was broken,
He let me take my items
On an IOU he rarely collected
For ten years.
And when I moved,
I never got to say goodbye,
And couldn’t go back for two years.
Thanks Covid19.
And I moved on,
into a new city.
When my momma stopped by,
With berries,
And flowers,
She had stopped at Justy’s for the berries,
And he remembered me,
Giving my momma free reign of the flowers 💐
On the house.
And they now sit,
Radiating light and friendship.
I am eternally grateful.
SickyBeat 