Look for the Helpers–My Poem

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.” –Mr. Rogers–

To deal with the chaos of emotions I have felt, I wrote this poem based on Mr. Roger’s words:

Look for the Helpers

“Look for the helpers,” my mommy said
As she cradled me gently upon my bed.
“Look for the good amidst the strife.
Look my dear, and you’ll find life.

Look for the helpers,
They’re everywhere.
They love, they serve,
Oh, how they care!

Look for the helpers
Who shine in the dark.
Look for them dear
With all your heart.

Look for the helpers
and it will be clear
Those who love outnumber
those who cause fear.”

So many helpers all around.
Mother was right; they were easily found.
Years have gone by since that tearful night.
I’ve seen many helpers serve with their might.

They’re teachers and preachers,
Policeman and friends,
Neighbors and strangers,
Women and men.

Doctors and nurses,
Swat teams and dogs,
Crossing guards, fireman,
That lady who blogs.

Grandmas and Grandpas and
Of course moms and dads,
Brothers and sisters,
Uncles and Aunts.

That night I saw helpers, they weren’t hard to find
Yet questions still burned in my little mind:
“Why mommy, why? Those were good kids.
Will someone hurt me? Can I stay in my bed?”

She bowed her head, and I am sure she prayed
To know what to say to my heart that day.
She held me real close and her words were clear.
She taught me truth about living without fear.

“This life will have pain and trials it’s true.
Days unforgettable, miserable too.

Floods and tornados,
War and despair,
Accidents happen,
And tragedies unfair.

Some unavoidable,
Some of them planned,
Some carried out
by insane hands.

But we mustn’t live wondering
if we will be next,
Worrying our life through
and shaking our heads.

Let me tell you a secret I learned in my life.
How to deal with the heartbreak, the loss and the strife.
How to let go of worry and doubt and fear,
No matter what happens and despite our tears”

Then quietly, reverently, softly she spoke
“Be the helper.”

“Don’t just look for the helpers everywhere.
Be sure to care!

Be the helper
Who shines in the dark
Be one dear
With all your heart.”

Marie Arnold December 16, 2012

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