Conversations With a Retired Social Worker

Remembering Simpler Times

She spends much of her time
Gazing out the window to her balcony
Put together with beautiful flowers
And invitations for small animals

She remembers her youth
When life was simple
When hours were spent
Basking in gardens and waiting patiently
For tiny animals to come to her delight
Her eyes light up as she tells me her story
And we both smile

I enjoy listening because
I, too knew a time like that
I, too, have memories of lying on my back
Gazing up at the sun with
Weeds and butterflies to cradle my soul

We have both seen the world
Trample down our simpler days, 
And we both long for a way
To make a change

Saving The World

She holds onto a belief
She can somehow change the world
As she has spent her life making
Improvements in other’s lives
Her heart pounds through her cheeks
When she tells me her story

She told me the moment she
First desired to save the world
When her family moved to
Pamana City after WWII began
She saw children starving
In one area yet a mass amount of gold in another
She wanted to tell the ones with the gold to sell it
And feed the poor little children
And her little soul thought it was just that simple

Holding onto ideas of saving the world
Make an impression on me
And I believe she knows full well
I am young enough to save the world