The Pot Stirrer
Oh whimsical child
you stir the pot.
You make things swirl
from bottom to top!A stirrer of hearts
you feel things deep.
Your spoon can touch
what eyes canāt see.
Things hidden and hurt
you bring into view.
The spoon in its wake
brings healing anew.
Oh Finally! Thereās hope!
At last! Thereās a change!
And the poor restless pot?
Itās never the same!
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