This past summer two of my close friends lost their mothers to cancer. I did not know how to comfort my friends with words; therefore, I simply tried to allow my quiet presence to touch deeper than a verbal sympathy. I just read a poem by Robert Browning Hamilton and it deals with the topic of Sorrow.
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And never a word said she;
But oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
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