The beautiful, tender
Act
Of
A hand
Held outward
To help you up from
Where you sit
Where you have fallen
Or
Where you are about to fall
Is a healing gesture
Which
Cannot always
Be asked for

Most times
It’s just that hand
Held out
Without a thought behind it
Is
A miracle
Just the mini miracle you needed

A true friend naturally holds their hand outward
Without thinking, without pause
Doesn’t walk away
Assuming you can get up on your own.

The latter gets manicures.

Regularly.

Thinking only of their polish.