He looks at me with question in his eyes,
His mouth moving but not saying anything,
His ears cocked towards me like a dog,
Listening attentively.
By holding my hand he encourages me,
His smile making a request.
“I’m here for you, to help you out,
so say what comes to your head.”
I begin with my monologue,
and tell him the tales of my heart.
What has me down and worried,
I share with him un-flinchingly.
He holds my hand when it gets difficult,
as if compassion flows through his veins.
His mind is void of any judgement.
Throughout the narration,
all his senses motivate me.
“Come out with it!” they say together.
To my heart it’s a life boat you see!?
Because in this age of all the blabber.
It’s hard to find a good listener.
A listener who wants to know you better,
And help you out genuinely.
As I finish my tale he hugs me tight,
Letting me know he understands.
And in the future if there comes a bumper,
then I can always hold his hand.
[To be a good listener is not easy.
The most important thing is not be selfish,
You should be ready to listen
and want to help the person.
But you can’t just stoically listen,
have a lot of non-verbal communication.
Use all your senses and words at right places,
and the next thing you will see,
is a line outside your door.
With people saying… “Listen to me!” ]