O thank you, neighbor! You are gold!
You brought back what belongs to me!
I didn’t feel and cannot see
Its whereabouts remained untold.
Your kindness warms me from the cold,
Frustration, anger, worry, pain.
A rainbow’s promise after rain.
A simple shining slice of sun
Shown outward by the good you’ve done.
My turn will come to do the same!

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The positive outcome to my prior Decima for Ronovan’s challenge this week:

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 56: (GOLD) in the A rhyme line.