Therapy Bits

Each morning starts with just a ring,
A gentle, warm and welcome thing.
No grand parade or loud fanfare,
Just simple proof that someone cares.

A name, a voice, a laugh I know,
That lights the room with quiet glow.
A moment shared, a tale retold—
A bond that neither age can hold.

I’m not a doctor, not a saint,
No cape or crown, no noble paint.
But still I find, with every chat,
A kind of magic lies in that.

A call to say, “You’re not alone,”
Can stir the soul, can warm the bone.
And in return, I’ve gained much more—
A hundred lives behind each door.

The world moves fast, leaves some behind,
But Friendly Call is humankind.
It’s ears that listen, hearts that stay,
And voices that can light the day.

To volunteer is not to give—
It’s to connect, to feel, to live.
And every call I make, I find
A little more of humankind.

So here I sit, phone in my hand,
A lifeline stretched across the land.
Not changing worlds—just changing hours,
With friendship’s quiet, mighty powers.

Volunteer – Word of the Day Challenge