Words Of Comfort Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

WORDS OF COMFORT

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 your hand clasped in mine
And even without those fleeting words
That Comfort...we will define.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline


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