Consoling Martha Poem by Steven Federle

Consoling Martha



Her tears freely flow;
a dam so brimful
cannot contain
such towering waves.

Wondering that
my words fail
to give peace,
I reach out
and take her trembling hands.

Tearful,
I brush away
all her
bitter tears

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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