The Counselor
She sat there, arms in her lap, looking at me
With undeniable interest, hearing my hurt,
As I poured out my heavy heart at the loss
Of my dear wife and trying to reason why
She had to die, though I knew it had to be,
For nearly an hour I let my emotions lead
Unable to hold back most profound sorrow
Then, in the last five minutes of my time
She shared her thoughts, sensible and true,
Helping me this awful time to see through.
For years I had listened as a counselor, too,
And I knew there is no greater gift to give
Helping the hurting to have a reason to live
Opening pathways for sincere communicating
And not interrupting, hearing their story
In the most difficult times of their lives.
When I needed it most, it was there for me
A listening ear, a warming smile, great relief.
Written July 23, 2022
Submitted to “Listening Is Loving” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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