There is that someone,
Who always seems to know
The right things to say
And the right things to do.
They are always there
When you need a hand.
But they also stand back
When you need to stand on your own.
They watch your every move
And help you when you're in pain,
Of any kind.
They cry with you
When the time calls for it.
But also they cry for you
When you are unable to cry
For yourself.
They seem to never stop
That happy, worried look.
The joy they shows,
Seems to be something
The only know
And understand.
The hugs they give.
The tears they shad.
The grins they share.
The happiness they know,
The love they hold.
It all is something,
They seem to have.
The little gift
That the only know.
The "joy" that they
Are the holders of,
Is something special
In many ways.
** Was thinking of my mom when writing this. Great woman.
