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December 16, 2001

by Maria Kintner


For someone who is sad.

Because I know how you feel.


for someone broken.

Because I'm in pieces too.

Dirty Hands...

for someone who's lonely.

I'll wash them for you.


Author's Note: I wrote this when I was 25, and completely clueless to what the next decade would do to me. I'm now 37, and I miss being able to express myself with such simplicity.

Posted on 01/21/2014
Copyright © 2024 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/21/14 at 01:11 PM

I love the empathy in this poem and your footnote which more or less speaks for all of us who wish to express ourselves in simpler terms which as we all know is not a simple task, but Herculean.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/21/14 at 07:50 PM

Most of us are in pieces and rarely realize it unless it is pointed out. It would appear that poets are more aware of it than most and those who don't aren't trying hard enough. There should be far more empathy in the world than there is.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/21/14 at 07:57 PM

Serving others a great theme in empathy and compassion.

Posted by Dane Campbell on 01/22/14 at 12:34 AM

A somber but sweet and lovely poem. As a lifelong writer, I too miss the uninhibited, headlong leaps of my earlier expressions.

Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/22/14 at 01:34 AM

I LOVE that closing line!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/14 at 05:50 PM

Both simple and beautiful. The kind of poem I think most of us bards yearn to write and occasionally are fortunate enough to write; what keeps us going. Thanks for sharing this! :)

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