The Gift of Someone Who Listens
By Nancy Myerholts
Those of us who have traveled a while
Along this path called grief,
Need to stop and remember that mile,
The first mile of no relief.
It wasn't the person with answers
Who told us the way to deal,
It wasn't the one who talked and talked
That helped us to start to heal.
Think of the friend who quietly sat
and held our hands in theirs,
The ones who let us talk and talk
and hugged away our tears.
We need to always remember
That more than the words we speak,
It's the gift of someone who listens
That most of us desperately seek.
THIS POEM WAS SENT TO ME THIS MORNING AND I THOUGHT I WOULD PASS IT ALONG IN HOPES MAYBE IT WOULD HELP SOMEONE TODAY..... HUGS AND PRAYERS
Dear Pat Thank you for that so true poem.I can think of a few people I'd like to send it to that did just that for me.God bless and many,many hugs to you Love Barb
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.
Jimz mom Shirley
Thanks so much for sharing that poem with us. I too know so many that I could send it too but first they would have to read it then actually understand it which seems to be a problem for those who have lost someone in the manner we have. All of us moms know how true each and every word is and the importance of someone who will actually listen...it is just trying to find such a wonderful quality in someone. All of our love. Laura & AV