When someone feeds you

It is like a little love note

One that says “I see your humanity

And I’ll meet this most basic need.”

When someone feeds you

It is like the relief of a cool cloth

Against your fevered forehead

Or the soft song of your mother

As you drift to sleep,

A gift that makes you feel safe

Curled in the embrace of someone

Who wishes for your good.

It is the simplest act of service

But one that is profound

Because when someone feeds you

They tell you without words

“I can’t fix what is happening

But I can help you carry on.”