A couple bags of groceries
delivered to the doorstep of her mobile home.
Kids nervously answering the door.
Me handing the bags
and some other necessities to a single mom
as she passes them off to her five kids
who chatter away while swiftly unpacking
in the background.
And although my Spanish is rough
and her English is rougher,
I sure did understand mom's smile
as a kind of universal language
even more so than her "gracias"
as it more than anything
touched my heart.
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