Stay strong he said.
Gently, but with conviction in his voice.
He didn’t need to say anything at all,
Didn’t need to drop those small words
Like the cast off coppers in the charity tin.
But he did. Generously.
They lodged themselves in the cracks
That had fractured that day.
Perhaps he heard the shake in my voice
Or caught the glint of the salt stains still.
More likely he just knew.
Knowing what he did.
Two words like chain mail links.
Copper tiny words.
Cast into a wishing well
A wish. A wish. Stay strong. Stay strong.
Resonating forever.