And I Know I Can Do Nothing For Her Comments

To be left alone, and to lose companionship, unbearable..but to lose ones independence in society, ...makes coping difficult if ever possible. Great poem.

Your presence alone is something done for another, a gift of interaction of acknowledgment of humanity shared that is a lot more than nothing. Compassion is the Buddha's way and it is evident in each word. Fine poem.

Just being there is sometimes enough. Praise for your warm concern for this lonely soul. Regards, Sandra Fowler