Carolyn Ford Witt

Rookie - 171 Points (1943 / Indiana USA)

Words Of Comfort - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt


How do I talk of comfort
To my friend and comfort yield
When words are now like butterflies
Who've scattered across the field.

Then rise to a crescendo
Spreading magic over all
Covering up those comfort words
And to the ground they'd fall.

Now all those words of comfort
Are strewn to and fro
Leaving me with blankness,
No comfort do I know.

So silently, now, we sit there
With his hand clasped in mine
And even without those fleeting words
That Comfort...we can define.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2009

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