My commentaries consist of articles that are just about anything and everything that explode inside me and need to be explored on the written paper.
As a teenage, my friends told me I always had something to say. I guess I still do!
It has been 9 years since that night we so desperately needed to ‘hold hands.’ The phone calls kept coming; friends wanting to send prayers. I could not speak. The questions were too difficult to answer.
I awoke from sleep and started to write. The poem was for my darling-daughter-in-law, Hope, my sanity, and for anyone needing compassion, anyone who is struggling with difficulties of life,Hope is no longer with us but she still holds our hands..
Thank you my darling friends for holding Mel and my hand .
May I be with you now to hold your hand
Give Me Your Hand - Let Me Walk With You. (c)
by Bobbie Freed
Everyone receives challenges, stumbles through the forest,
Crawls through the path of darkness.
How many of us know what to say, how to respond,
How to be of comfort when comfort is needed.
Can we understand,
The importance of knowing we have friends, family ,
Knowing we can feel the soft palm of someone who cares.
I am here if you need to talk, cry, or laugh.
I am here for you, whenever, you need,
Perhaps just let’s have lunch.
I am here if you need me.
I am there.
I will not ask questions, speak to me when you need to speak,
Feel the warmth of the sunshine, dance around stars, count the colors of a rainbow.
Speak about the clouds, or the moon, about the rain, and the storms,
I will be there to listen.
Let us stroll the boardwalk, hear the waves,
Walk the thicket in the forest, listen to the birds chirping, the swirling of the trees.
I will be there to hold your hand and stroll beside you.
I will not ask-
Where the cancer was, the size, or how long was the operation.
I will not ask how bad was the accident, or how did it happen.
I will not ask about the stroke or the heart attack.
I will not ask your child’s romantic preference,
I will not go where it is not necessary to go
And most of all
I will not ask what the prognosis is.
I will clutch your hand tightly and stroll with you.
I will love you.
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