A Poem by Coletha Albert: Soft Beds

There he was shopping

For Himalayan Salt like me

The Pink type like me

Thought he could pick up

Someone like me

But it could never be…

So, instead of being rude

I used comedy

What do you use your salt for?

Nothing said he

I laughed confidently!

We talked and we talked

He told me of his hometown

I listened without a frown

My company is expanding

So I am moving too

But it sure was nice to speak with you

He had somewhere to be

I did too

We parted as friends

Simply and true

I wasn’t assaulted

He wasn’t disrespected

He became my friend

I became his

We are in a small town

Word travels fast

I know this is a friendship

That will last

In all my travels

In all my flight

I make true friends day and night.

Laughter

Charm

Listening

Blissful calm

Four poles of our foundation laid

No manipulation, or lies

So no debt to be paid.

This is how my soft bed is made.

“When you make your bed soft, it’s easy to lay in it – it’s a luxurious reward for going the extra step to be kind.”

Coletha Albert