Sometimes we yearn for small comforts…….I’ve slightly run out of steam due to various challenges today, but I have scribbled down these words. As my dad said – ‘onwards.’
Inside The Cover
I turned over and switched on the light,
The hours were still early
But I’d had enough of the night,
I picked up the book
I hadn’t read for a while –
The one with the turned-down pages
That made me smile.
Inside the cover
An inscription was written
In a shaky hand
But lovingly given –
Perhaps you will find
Something useful here
So, upwards and onwards –
Be thankful, my dear.
But sometimes the tears fall
When pain rears its head –
Anguish let loose
With a flashing of dread –
Because deep in our hearts
We are sometimes alone –
And words of comfort
Feel like coming home.
No matter how many times
I read the same lines
The words gave me comfort
Time after time
And the thoughts that
Had been dancing
A jig in my head
Lay right down
And went back to bed.
Lmh

