🐈‍⬛ Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant Black 🐈‍⬛ Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

🐈‍⬛ Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant Black 🐈‍⬛

Attorney Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant

By day she walks among the weary streets,
With quiet strength, her heart a steady flame,
In every gaze, a thousand stories meet,
She knows their pain, though they won't speak her name.

Her hands are soft but firm with gentle care,
They wipe away the sorrows of the night,
A whispered word, a balm to calm despair,
Her presence turns the dark to tender light.

No cry unheard, no soul too lost to find,
She bears their weight, yet never bends her spine,
For kindness flows like rivers from her mind,
She serves not for herself, but what's divine.

And though her heart breaks with the world each day,
Her empathy renews, love shows the way.

I hope this captures the tone and themes you envisioned!

Friday, September 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: kindness
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James McLain

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