by Catherine Proppe
There are no words to comfort us
There are no words to say
There are no words of comfort now
It seems words get in the way.
There are no words for eye contact.
There are no words for hugs.
There are no words for a low, true voice
That says “me you” for “love.”
We can’t believe what we know is true,
And that’s the strangest part.
It’s hard to believe what we have to do.
We don’t know where to start.
A heart at rest is a heart at peace
And that’s a thing of grace.
A thumping heart is a loving one.
With that we’ll fill this space
With smiles and tears and hugs
And memories we share,
With tasks to do and fun stuff, too,
And people for whom to care.
Day by day, with each other’s love,
Somehow we’ll find a way.
Strengthened by the love we share,
We’ll take it day by day.
EDWARD JAMES PROPPE 1921-2013