The Whisperer Poem by Tina Shields Kerr

The Whisperer



She held his face in her hand
A chalice waiting to be drank
Where did he come from?
Where has he been?
She takes him to her chest
And whispers
Everything will be okay…

Friday, February 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: comforting
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