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.

~Author Unknown~

From: Poetic acceptance

Please pop over to Rae and listen to her in her sadness.

On a happier note, Carrie thanks her donor.


~ by drownedgirl on June 30, 2007.

3 Responses to “Friends”

  1. A beautiful poem, and so true. Thanks for sharing.

  2. thank you for understanding…….i really know you *get* it.

  3. Aww, Rae

    All of these poems spoke to me.

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