The Joy Of Giving Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Be it no more than just a glass of water,

A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,

Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;

Or quality time spent with someone old,

A warm blanket in times forlorn and cold,

In times of need a willing shoulder-hold;

A pair of slippers to feet walking bare,

Not in loud charity to show you care,

Heart-born feelings shown above false air;

Anything given short of counting ways,

Given to brighten up sinking heart’s greys,

To lighten load that too heavily weighs;

Give it in cash though kindest give in kind,

A gift of willing heart and well inclined,

A gift coming from soul— body and mind.

Give, the only joy greater than getting,

The only joy rarer than receiving,

Be the joy of giving and forgetting!

Hi Everyone,

A huge thank you to all who supported our Souper Bowl food drive, you guys are amazing! Thank you. Have a great week.

Clare