Bring

Bring

In the hush of early dawn, the kettle sighs,
A plume of steam that brings the day awake—
A quiet promise, soft as morning skies,
That labour’s hands will bring what hearts partake.

From market stalls where scarlet apples gleam,
To the lorries humming on the rain‑slicked road,
Each parcel, each smile, each whispered dream
Is brought by steady feet, by lightened load.

We bring our laughter to the crowded tube,
Our sorrows to the quiet chapel’s pew,
Our hopes to gardens where the roses rub
Their perfume ’gainst the stone, a scent anew.

When night descends and streetlamps bring their glow,
We gather round the fire, tales to tell—
Old myths and new, the ancient and the slow,
All brought to life within the cottage’s spell.

So let us remember, in each thoughtful act,
That to bring is to give, to share, to mend—
A simple verb, yet woven through the fact
That kindness, like a river, never ends.