Each of our lives can tell a marvelous story.
Some of us dwell on good memories
others keep returning to tortures past,
as if pulled by threads of glue, stuck.
But not my good friends, Leroy and Daisy,
both mistakenly thrown out as trash,
not because their first humans
enjoyed being cruel, but because ignorance
fosters painful acts when people stay small,
before they grow enough to know things,
like the fact that we're all one
system within the larger cosmos,
or that kindness flows into the ethers,
then becomes like fodder
for all us animals
here on earth.
Leroy and Daisy never question their worth,
though to me they're treasures,
living jewels of joy, reflections of love,
who seem to value every moment they live,
confident in being who/what they are.
They're not even aware of how much they give me
or how their gifts expand exponentially.
I'm so glad Leroy and Daisy found me.
(Submitted to Poetry Jam.)