That special type of kindness that is nearly impossible to find;
difficult to discover like the perfect solemn remedy for a cold;
or maybe even like the challenge of uncovering gold in a mine;
and this calming, soothing, sedative nature could never get old.
The softness of the voice that is always completely understanding,
even through the nonsense and blubber muttered through tears.
A gentle hug is always given and to exit never demanding.
In this light I have found I will be thankful for all my years.
A sweet sensual smile that offers such comfort to the breaking heart,
and the gift of a tissue and a laugh or two at the perfect time.
This appears to have been mastered and made into the finest art,
for after a mere word from this uttered perfection, I had never felt so sublime.
Thank you for all that you have done for me in my time of sorrow.
I will surely remember you, my guardian angel, in my each and every tomorrow.
