BETTER DAY
You reach out and touch my pain.
It doesn't lessen it or take it away,
But it makes a difference, hard to explain.
You see my tears, but you do not hurry away.
I speak, if I can, or just listen to you.
You give me hope for a future, a brighter day.
Feelings that were kept inside for oh, so long
Can be released -- slowly, safely with you near.
You help me to see -- feelings have no right or wrong.
This journey seemed endless to me - impossible, at first
As I stumbled along, so sad and alone.
Then I came here; you helped me see: better always follows the worst.
Joan adds, "I eventually found my "Better Day". Lots of hard work on my part and attending Bereavement Groups made that possible. I also learned how to really listen to someone in pain from a loss in their life."