We are not here for the comfort of others

Though we may be of comfort along the way

We are not here as shining examples

Though we may offer a glimmer of light

Some come by on our path

And we get to witness, a life that can brighten the night sky

A dark night

Yet, we never know

Why would we know?

That the bright light they glow with comes from

A life so hard, that through all the tumbles

The rock that they were, had turned to gold

This poem came about after listening to a podcast discussing a young man who was adored by all. He was loved by all at uni, teachers and students alike, he would do all his homework and still took time for other students when they needed his help. Always with a smile

At home, his parents & sister could rely on him always. He donated his kidney to his sister, but unfortunately she died not long after, then he himself became sick and after a short time, died leaving grief stricken parents.

Some people are gold aren’t they?

His story touched me deeply for I know the loss of many and witnessed my parents as they grieved for their eldest child many years ago.

Wishing you the best of health and sending you love

WendyJoy