The Kindest Poem You Will Ever Read

She had just a dollar to her name
     No more. No less. Bankrupt and Expecting.
He was a man with millions to his name.
     The name that owned a political smile.

As church began she sat in the back alone.
     Like the last leaf on a tree at winter.
The man entered like a celebrity and sat next to her
     he smiled that smile and said 'Welcome.'

The offering was coming just like the British
     It taunted her and her hamey-downs too.
The offering was coming just like the British
     It looked sweetly at him, his wallet too.

She plucked out a dollar
     And kissed it into the offering
He pulled out four crumpled hundreds
     And just them on in

At the end she walked to her car,
     more used than vowels
And on the winshield and envelope
    with four crisp one-hundreds, a note too

God Bless You. Your Baby, too.
    You gave all you had without hesitation.
So have a wonderful life.
     You are a wonderful woman.

Years later she saw him again.
     At church he sat with his grandchild.
She hugged him so tight
     like a cobra around it's pray.

God Bless You. Your grandbaby, too.
     Because of you, I got my life together.
And I am thankful for you.
     You are a wonderful man,