for the soul

Life is full of the good
Bad times too darling
When it all gets too much to hold
to share would be precious

Pardon me if my words sound thin
Behind the quiet acknowledgements,
If you could see what rages in my head
I would be next to you
with your head on my lap
to laugh with you,
wipe each tear, and
kiss your forehead.

I’d even cook you chicken soup.