For Jordie
She sees it on the floor
reaches for the white spot:
light.
Three times the lights calls her.
Three times she reaches.
Three times she rolls her eyes.
She doesn’t need to pick up light,
it already glows within her,
touches everyone she knows.
Her light is kindness;
it’s overflowing,
and dripping on her floor.
Shawn L. Bird 
beautiful – triply good
🙂
Jordie should be beaming even more after seeing this
Sounds like the writer of this poem. So good to see you back, Shawn!!
Thanks. It’s been a crazy summer!
❤