Turning kindness off and on
like a light switch
appears to be the way of the world

Genuine cradling niceness
with a womblike connection
seems difficult for most

Or, is this true?
From my warped mind, am I seeing things
as they are for me, instead of a common reality?

A gentle squeeze of a hand
a tender glance at just the right moment
softly humming a tune

The brevity of gentle caring
need not be measured, but rather treasured
as a sparkling iota of time

which could possibly last forever
holding hands together
as long as they will reach