Wangui

Wangui, with a heart as wide as the sky,

Always reached out, a tear in her eye.

For orphans she'd bake, for beggars she'd sew,

Her kindness a river, forever to flow.

One day, on her doorstep, a basket so frail,

An old woman huddled, weathered and pale.

"Please, Mama," she whimpered, "a morsel to eat,

My strength is all gone, my spirit can't meet..."

Wangui rushed in, a plate piled with stew,

But a young voice arose, sharp and untrue.

"Mama, why her? We barely have bread!

Give to strangers, while ours go unfed?"

Tears welled in Wangui's eyes, a truth hitting hard,

Charity's song, in a new light, was heard.

Her own hungry child, a love long ignored,

The wellspring of kindness, neglected, deplored.

That night, by the fire, a new wisdom bloomed,

Love's circle begins where it's first assumed.

Wangui embraced both, a lesson well learned,

Charity's flame, in her own heart, returned.

Now, plates full and laughter filled every room,

For love that starts inward, forever will bloom.

Wangui still shared, but with a heart more complete,

Charity's journey, a beautiful feat.