A poem written in honour of the volunteers & youth workers

I notice you…

You may not know it, but I notice you

I notice you in the clothing room, that weekly volunteer that smiles at me and doesn’t notice that I have dirty clothes or nails

I notice you at the check-in desk when you greet me with a smile even though you don’t know the things I had to do to survive on the streets

I notice you when I am on the street and I am cold, lonely and sometimes high, and you notice ME and offer me a snack or a hand up

I notice you when you offer me a hot meal and treat me like I matter

I notice you when you say hi and when you sit down at the table while I eat my meal

You may not know it but when YOU notice ME it makes me feel like I can make it one more day

T H A N K   Y O U

Y O U

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