You’ll be fine
© 2009
Dan Johnson
We got together for dinner,
You said, you had bad news
I could tell instantly
You’re scared
I hear it in your voice,
I see it in your eyes,
I feel it in the tremble of your heart,
What do I say?
Where do I start?
You smile and say
“Luckily they say it’s early stage,
They caught it, just in time.”
My response is feeble,
I take a bite of food, and cheerfully reply,
“Great, that’s great, you’ll be fine.”
My words fail like a politician’s promise,
all sizzle no steak.
My lie is spoken with a hope,
I want you to be fine,
I want you strong
I don’t know if you’ll be fine,
I only want you that way.
capable of empathy at the moment? We feel inadequate, but
eventually come around to extending an ego-centric wish for the 'other' - 'my words, my lie, I want, I want, I don't' - self preservation makes it so difficult for us to put ourselves in another's situation. Perhaps it would be devastating if we could really do that. Maybe the only real response is not verbal but physical, an enfolding hug, an embrace to be felt together. I applaud the poet's honesty and feel sympathy if not empathy for his 'feeble' response. Thank you. Jan
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EDWIN
Excellent poem, DL!
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love and hugs, SPP
Debby
This puts a lump in my throat - so sad. We, who don't know, respond with platitudes - the ending stanza is spot on - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.