Promises are presents, a poem for Arlene Allen by Tracy Diane Miller

Promises are presents
A gift connecting you and me
I give you my word
As hope comes to be

I promise
To give you friendship because I care
I want your sorrow to end
To banish despair

I promise
To give you a shoulder because I want you to lean on me
You are not alone
My support please see

I promise
To give you a poetic word
The verse that you inspire
I hope you heard

Promises are presents
These are some of the promises
My heart will give to you
To see behind the darkest cloud
So that a light might shine through

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