I touched her hand and spoke her name,
the tired eyes opened wide.
I looked and saw within their depths
the loneliness inside.
I clasped her fragile hand in mine
my warmth took off its chill
The love she put inside my heart
I share with others still.

Joyce Ayer Brown
© 1998

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