Step Eighty-Seven: A Poem For You

Dear Readers,

A poem for you...

If there were word I could say

to somehow unfold your pain,

whispered lyrics, whose purest notes

piece nights darkest tremors.

Words of beauty, vibrancy, and grace,

words infused with life.

I’d plant them in your heart,

let wild orchids grow,

blooming through your worst memories.

I’d let silken petals

enfold and embrace you.

I’d let their softened hue

ease the sharp blade of sorrow

let their touch comfort and warm you.

If such words existed, if any balm to aching hearts I had

I’d give them all to you,

my sweet friend.

Yet, no such balm I’ve found

and no such words I know.

I can offer only this –

I love you.

I love you

when your fears are many

when you heart despairs.

I love you

when you see but anguish and disgust

when you don’t feel worthy of being touched.

I love you

when you smile and

when you cry

I love you.

I love you

when you’re sure you cannot go on

I will be your courage, strength, and heart.

I love you

for who you are

not for what you’ve done nor what you’ve seen.

And my love is with you,

in the quiet of your heart.

I never leave you.

My love for you is patient,

my love for you is kind,

my love does not boast

nor is it proud.

My love for you is not rude

nor self-seeking.

My love for you cannot be angered,

it knows no wrongs.

My love for you is truth,

I never give up and I never lose faith,

I am always hopeful.

My love for you endures.

My love for you was spoken from that cross.

So in case you haven’t heard me lately,

I love you, dearly,

My beautiful daughter