CONDOLENCES
I come to you with
smiles,
not to downgrade
your pain,
but to uplift your
spirit.
Perhaps my smiles
will slack the
rain,
if only for a
brief moment.
I can do no more.
I will not offer
somber-faced
commiserations;
they have their
place, I know,
but you've already
had
enough of those.
My smiles are
my benevolences;
take them with
love.
My fervent prayer
is that, in time,
you will answer me
with smiles.
Copyright © 1999
Ruth Gillis
Previously
published in the
May/June 1999
issue of Poets
At Work
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