Support Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I reach out
and your hand is there
for me to grasp.
We need to cling together now,
to share the winter winds
and warming rays,
a steaming cup,
our children's play,
a laugh,
a tear,
a hand pressed in understanding,
a kindred, soggy shoulder
when life
is just too hard to understand,
a voice on the phone
when the night jitters grab,
a hug
when the ache
for that comforting pressure
is overwhelming,
and someone to hug in return
to sustain and uphold.
I reach, as for a sister,
and you are there.