The Empath
"Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another, and feeling with the heart of another."
- Alfred Adler
A Touch of Humor
She got good news she won a prize
And promptly burst into a cry
I asked her softly, wondering why
But joy comes leaking from her eyes
She feels the breeze and calls it sad
Then comforts trees that seem depressed
She once consoled a pigeon’s nest
The eggs we hope were not that bad
She spots a cloud and starts to muse
On rain that falls in distant towns
She sighs at dogs in cardboard crowns
And cries at slightly worn-out news
She’s wept at happy wedding toasts
And once while peeling onions raw
It’s tough to tell what struck her awe
Could be the bride or maybe ghosts
She laughs like bells that lost their way
So sweet it sets the cats to purring
And when she cries the moon starts whirring
To shift its schedule for the day
She walks through life with teary grace
A sponge for feelings good and weird
She once felt deeply interfered
With; by a squirrel’s accusing face
She took my pain and made it small
Her tears dissolved the ache I knew
But joy is something I’ll share too
She won’t be crying through it all
05-04-2025
© Vic Evora
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