1988
She Listened
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“She Listened,” Ensign, Mar. 1988, 29

She Listened

She listened when you spoke to her,

tuning into your heart and mind,

comprehending the unspoken thoughts

that others wouldn’t find.

Then knowing the kindest words to say

(her depth of thoughtfulness is rare),

She softly spoke and let you know

that someone really cared.

It was always good to talk with her.

She told no troubles of her own,

but listened while her friends

shared theirs, in person or by phone.

One day I went to visit her

(Oh the sad, sad look I wore).

We were laughing as we said good-bye.

I kissed her at the door.

Then for a single moment

(it came as a surprise),

I looked beyond the laughter

and saw the sorrow in her eyes.