In a flurry of small obligations –
Party planning
Emailing
Dishes to be washed –
Tears.
I don’t know if I’m crying
For joy or for sadness.
For life, I think.
For gentle snowfalls
And welcome reprieve.
For progress,
For loss
For no reason, really,
But gratitude
For mornings,
For healing
For a chance to try again.
Written by Helen Rose on January 29, 2019
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