Thank you
When people tell me thank you
a tiny flower blossoms in my heart.
And when they smile even more,
my heart begins to melt.
I blush then flush at this intense feeling in my heart.
You’re welcome I say.
I thank them for thanking me,
I was of importance to them,
I made a difference to them.
They don’t know how much a simple thank you means to me,
I love that feeling.
I love that they see me.
They see me and they acknowledge me.
This means the world to me.
Thank you Yohana . . .
This poem is about:
Me
My community