Tender
Tender
Were I to choose a favorite word,
Tender might be the one.
So much do we long for the tender touch,
A tender word when the world goes awry.
When the dark hours of the morning
Plant anxiety in your frame,
If there were only someone to tenderly,
Sooth you by your name.
To watch a toddler talk to a bug,
With a tender comforting face,
To sooth your pup during a storm,
Take the fear from its face.
There is a scripture somewhere that says
“Thy gentleness has made me great.”
Not the judging word, nor riches, nor any show,
Just the gentleness, tenderness shown by a caring heart.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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