Wednesday, November 23, 2005

My Words

My words desert me
as does my courage.
I am ineffectual
when I need most
to be supportive.

She's liable to topple
with the wrong word
spoken without malice.
Once the damn breaks,
repairs are difficult.

It would be my wish
that things aren't
what they are, but alas,
there's no escape
from what must be.

I only hope she knows
that I am that endless
supply of bandaids
and will be ready
should the need arise.

6 Comments:

Blogger Erin said...

Oh Miss V
I promise not to topple, no matter what you, or anyone else, says! Thank you for this poem though... nice way to say "I don't know what to say, but I'm here for you" and I appreciate it.

November 25, 2005 4:08 PM  
Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

She knows. You are both really something, in my eyes. A friend you are. This poem relays what I just felt. Thank you for showing your words. I know not intentional, but, they helped me as well.

November 26, 2005 9:13 AM  
Blogger e said...

Hi V. I like the sentiment of this one. I like it that you are an endless supply of band-aids.

Just wanted to say hello (as I am out from under my rock for a little while today.)

November 26, 2005 5:00 PM  
Blogger Vickie said...

Thanks, guys. Words seem so useless these days and my poetry suffers as a result.

November 27, 2005 2:16 PM  
Blogger Red said...

great poem, could apply to several different situations..

NICE

November 28, 2005 11:35 AM  
Blogger Vickie said...

Red,

Thanks so much for coming by. I've missed you on Friday's for the past couple of weeks. I hope all is well.

BTW, I have another blog you might want to visit sometime. I'd love to get some of your feeback.

November 28, 2005 9:19 PM  

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