Your strength was certain
Somewhere to turn
My refuge, my family, my friend
Through stone reflections in the full-length mirror
You witnessed my tears;
I shared in your silence.
A haven of hope
Balancing the scale between greater of pains
Shared with no other
Long buried away…
Words not exchanged
Yet understood
I grew up in your care.
© 1983
Its nice to be alone...sometimes..all creative thoughts emerge only when we are undisturbed..enjoy that too...
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This beautiful poem of yours has touched me. The note has helped me understand the poem better. Sometimes loneliness is a bliss, sometimes a curse. Your room was a silent witness to your tears, yet, a haven of hope, under whose care you grew up, without exchanging a word. A fantastic expression! I've rated this poem 10/10.