She was a sacred, gifted-hands of sorts 

smuggling her own kindness, into unwanted things 
she herself understood, a crippled kind of loneliness

understood gigantic forced place-mats by the door, 
 wheelchair-accessible ramps

the back door, off the side rails

disabled stalls in corner sized restrooms

she holds doors for the walking,
 they say- excuse me, nod a bit of thank you

with no legs of her own…

studies have shown 91 % of all teens believe kindness is dead – rather died long-ago 
she lives to teach them kindness without legs, 

of her own. 
kindness sis Krissy