Hilda Stob Poetry
1956
MY DEAR –
YOU HAVE WANTED OTHERS TO BEAR YOUR CROSS,
TO TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY.
AND ALTHOUGH WE HAVE TRIED, WE DID NOT SUCCEED,
FOR IT WAS NOT OUR DEBT TO PAY.
ALL WE COULD DO WAS PROVIDE A TREE FOR YOU,
IN WHOSE SHADE YOU COULD REST FOR A WHILE.
A TREE OF FRIENDSHIP, AND PLANTED WITH LOVE,
TO SHOW YOU WE REALLY DID CARE.
AND WE’RE TRYING WITH COMPASSION AND LOVE,
YOUR LONELINESS TO SHARE.
