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.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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