Listening Is Loving
We each need someone willing to listen,
hear our soft cries in the dark side of night.
When stars, in hiding, no longer glisten
and moon refuses to share its soft light.
My someone, I think of as a daughter.
She was once married to my youngest son.
I think angels surely must have brought her,
when I was feeling in great need of one.
Grown weary of time, soil I can't now till,
seeing friends pass or move into others' homes.
While my "daughter" fights terrible ills,
we're there for each other, not one alone.
I thank God for a friend who will hear me;
not smile and nod, but then turn a deaf ear.
It takes love and kindness to hear one's plea.
With cries growing cold, they listen and hear.
July 26, 2022
Rhyme
For Listening is Loving Contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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