There’s something so
right
about those moments
when I just
know.

The signs
of sickness
in a little lady
who’s lost
the “sprinkle”
in her eye.

The too-harsh
handle
I placed on
her chubby arm
for fear of her
breaking the
only
working
copier.

The rush of
gratitude
that I
recognized ~ and ~
apologized.
And soaked those
choking little
sobs into the
shoulder
of my shirt.

There’s something so
right
about those moments.

This post was written as part of a monthly challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers, to encourage writing and community.  The goal is to write a Slice of Life entry each day throughout the month of March.