Support System

Who would’ve thought

The need would arise for

The solace of caring

In empathy’s eyes?

 

You know. You’ve

All been there

One time or another

In tragedy’s aftermath,

Quick to discover.

 

The gathering round, the

Deafening sound of

The silent travail

Where no comfort is found.

 

But comfort takes time

And a shoulder or two

Or three or more

Before peace might ensue.

 

It might be a look,

A tangible tear,

A simple. “I’m here,”

Whispered softly in ear.

 

And thankful should be

For this harbor, this port,

This rallying system of

Loving support.