Saint of Caring
Three hundred years from now,
Will I be remembered?
If I shall, exactly how?
Hopefully, for the better.
Old files and writings tucked away
Telling the future my hopes and dreams
Child poverty and hunger to end – I pray
Or clean water from the earth’s streams.
Perhaps the words lost in a sea of writings,
Speaking of death, grief, and losing people
And giving hope to those who are fighting,
Searching for a life where they can be peaceful.
If any title is fair game
And I can be remembered for anything.
I would like – this title – to be claimed.
Susan Reed, The Saint of Caring.
© S. Reed
In response to A True Saint.
Focal Breeze 
this is really sweet 🙂