Your face was young when first I saw you smile,
So confident you were, you seemed to glow.
You were to me a sheltering cliff, a tower of strength,
My life felt safe because you made it so.
That face is young no more, so much time has passed,
But troubled now, your eyes are filled with pain.
My trusted cliff is crumbling as I watch
From too much unexpected rain.
If I could stay the cliff and make it strong,
Restore the smile and take the pain away,
Then I would be what man alone can't be,
So all that I can do is pray.
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I have always loved to write poems and short articles, but I've only been writing seriously since I retired a few years ago. I joined the local Senior Center Writer's Club, and I love it! I lost my husband three years ago, and this poem reflects the feelings I experienced during his illness.