Wouldn't it be great
to be able to communicate with those close to you - adequately?
Words of comfort
where appropriate - encouragement - sympathy - endearment - regret - support etc.- go a long way.
A simple, ‘good luck! ' or brief touch of the hand can really buck one up.
So, why are we sometimes thoughtless or reticent when called upon to make the smallest of gestures to say you understand and are entwined with your loved one - at least - in Spirit?
None of us would be human if we had the ‘presence of mind' - all the time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem