Her Warm Hands In My Dire Need

Her warm hands in my dire need, melted my coldness and made me very happy to thrive and live; proverbial words became my creed... oh, she spoke them to lead such a heart of stone to forgive! Darkness replaced light as her tender voice diminished anger with compassionate eyes saying, " Sweet boy, grow free of resentment... find in me that faithful friend with selfless intent. " Her warm hands in my dire need soothed and healed my wounds of hurt teen; I ran to her when others turned away, they did not see how sadness ended my day. This morning I rang her doorbell around ten, her doorsteps were decorated with sympathy cards, candles and flowers, but the drawn shades wouldn't let the sun in; a middle-age man leaning on a steel cane came forward with tearful eyes.