Blessed are they

She's asked me for months.

"Wanna go feed the poor, mom?"

How could I resist?

She's amazing.

She smiled. The ENTIRE time.

She giggled.

Then she cried.

With joy, her eyes released those happy tears

I thought only grown-ups had.

She was proud that we helped to pack 38 boxes of

food that will be sent to the poorest of poor.

She was happy to learn that a little boy named

Moses is fed because people like her give of their time.

Time that could of been spent at the pool diving,

or on the phone giggling with friends, watching tv or

doing exactly what I did when I was twelve.

But then again, I already said it.

She's amazing