While I cried

I often longed for someone

Who would just be with me while I cried

Someone who would not meet my tears

With a rigid defence

Or a look that said Oh God I wish you would just get over it Not these tears again

Was it too much To hope For a loving hand to hold

For somone who would enfold me In their arms

I was not ever looking for somebody to take away this pain

Only someone who would let me feel it again So that in the feeling there was comfort

And yet as I write this I remember

That after I left the pulpit After giving the eulogy for my Mum

My nephew held me as I broke down

While How Deep Is Your Love played

Such a precious moment

And so it is not always

That my tears are now rejected

And every time

But so often the kindly ones

Then went so far away

So now When tears are here Or a thousand fears

I have learned To give to my self and my inner child

What she always longed for and needed from others

A hand to hold A tender place to be

And I must always remember

That as long as I present for my true Self

I am never truly alone

Am I?