Here is a poem, that I have no ideal where it came from. But I thought I would share it with all of you my cyber friends. It tells what I need. When Pat wrote me last night, she said it best when said she could only help by being there if I needed her. So I will post this poem
Don't tell me that you understand
don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for the task,
Apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers
that can only come from me,
don't tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment
of the bonds I must untie
Don't tell me how to grieve,
don't tell me when to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you and your love. . .
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
and say, "My friend, I care"