Comfort is …
A shoulder to cry on
A listening ear
A phone call or text
Saying, “I’m here.”
The rhododendron blossoms brought her hope.
I know a human treasure –
Young in heart if not years –
Who has a heart of gold
And two patient listening ears.
Beautiful, dainty, unique
Dancing in the gentle spring breeze
Each dressed in a different colored gown
Their individuality adding majestic beauty to God’s canvas