by Cynthia Harlan

Created on: April 12, 2009

When I was young my Daddy's shoulders were the ones I'd turn to

I remember how they felt when I leaned against them

So strong and broad and comforting

They were my fortress and he was my champion.

Through the turmoil of my teen years

Through the lost loves, heartache and pain

It wasn't my Dad's shoulders that I would seek; it was my Mom's

Her shoulders were gentle, warm and inviting

They seemed to absorb the tears and pain.

Through her shoulders I found solace.

I said my vows and a new life began

When the stress of everyday life

Or the trials of raising kids would overwhelm me

It was my husband's shoulders that I would seek.

They are strong like my father's and warm and inviting like my mom's

Leaning up against them I feel the unity that we share;

A silent understanding that links us together.

And when the world seems chaotic, I find peace there.

It is not one but many shoulders to cry on that carried me through life.

Strong and broad,gentle and loving all were offered freely.

And each person that they were attached to a blessing.

Thank God for all the people who have given me a shoulder to cry on.

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