"You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories."-Garrison Keillor
I tried to answer
the lines on your face.
Deep, furrows of doubt
met my words.
I had no explanation,
no words of wisdom, this time,
that would appease your questioning,
I knew you looked to me,
older and more experienced,
with the ways of the world and
I was sorry.
I was sorry I only had a story
to relate to the hurt that was on your face.
It was old and I had told it many, many times over.
I hoped for the message to shine through.
I told the story
of the young at heart.
Your face relaxed, your eyes smiled.
I knew, then, I did have an answer.
The answer was laid down in the story of life.
Copyright Denise A White