Little ditty for a support group junkie by Alice Stephens /Colin's mum

Chat rooms, grief books, support emails, some heavy and some light,
have kept me from feeling isolated especially late into the night.

As I sit at my computer by the window reading and responding to my "new kin,"
passerby neighbors who may see me have no idea what lies within.

Outward appearances are so deceptive, I have to give a smile,
but I get such comfort here in this transparent world, if only for a while.

My new unseen friends are a lot like me, and they span across the globe,
It's amazing how comfortable I am "chatting" with them as I sit here in my robe!

Inventions may come and go and we all have our favorite one,
For me it's the Internet which I use to help me deal with the loss of my son.