Today I watched my daughter cry,
Tell me of the pain in life,
How no one understands and she cannot talk to anyone,
And as I watched her cry,
I could not bear it and I cried too.
"I miss it too," I managed.
And I stumbled my way and did the best I could to comfort her,
This broken adult.
And I said, I have felt the same way,
Within the past few days, in fact,
And even though it will not cure the pain,
It helps to talk,
It helps to pray.
And I love you and you can tell me anything and I will love you.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© June 2015