A Listener
She’s a listener. Yes, she is.
Eye to eye and with sincerity;
With no patronizing interruptions
Until the issue has gained clarity.
A little tilt of her pretty head
Means she doesn’t really understand,
But offers her attentive ear;
Her silence is a helping hand.
I talk it out. She listens.
Sooner or later, I have a plan.
The results are mine to claim.
She only listened, took no stand.
Who else would have listened,
Tolerated my babbling for a time?
Good fortune it is indeed
That kitty is a friend of mine.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
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