At a recent staff meeting, one of our hospice bereavement counselors shared a poem written by one of her clients, who kindly gave us permission to reprint it here:
"I don't need a counselor," my neighbor friend said.
"For someone to talk with? You're out of your head."
"I'd rather just cry -- or take a long walk.
Anything's better than having to talk."
"And what could she offer? What could she say?
To make me feel better? I'm really okay.
It's just that I'm lonesome, despondent, and blue,
And I get kind of angry -- a little bit -- too."
"And I seem so forgetful. How could that be?
My mind's not the same. It's worrying me."
I told her the counselor would just hold her hand,
And wipe away tears, and she'd understand.
"She'll tell you your feelings are normal these days.
And she'll make you feel better. She has many ways.
Just give it a try. You'll like her I know."
And my friend finally said, "I'll give it a go."
Then, later she asked me, "How come you could tell
She'd be all that helpful and make me feel well?
How could you know -- on her I'd depend?"
I smiled and said softly, "I've been there, my friend."
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