15 July 2003 - 1:39am — Karyn Indursky (not verified)
I read your comment at the poem of your post after reading it, but I didn't hear it as a song. I heard it as a friend speaking to me while rubbing, patting my back. I felt it as a sweet caress wiping away my troubles and tears. I touched each word like a finger with my lips giving it a soft kiss as I would my nephew if he told me had a "boo boo." I really did and do love this poem. It's very short, but it says a lot more than most people can. I really needed this pick-me-up and you gave it to me. Thank you, sweet lady, and I hope one day someone else can do it for you.
I read your comment at the poem of your post after reading it, but I didn't hear it as a song. I heard it as a friend speaking to me while rubbing, patting my back. I felt it as a sweet caress wiping away my troubles and tears. I touched each word like a finger with my lips giving it a soft kiss as I would my nephew if he told me had a "boo boo." I really did and do love this poem. It's very short, but it says a lot more than most people can. I really needed this pick-me-up and you gave it to me. Thank you, sweet lady, and I hope one day someone else can do it for you.