Gently swirls the evening breeze
caressing over tear-soaked skin,
Softly warms the fading sunshine
reminding light will rise again…
‘Tis simple things throughout the day –
not crowds or friends, though they mean well –
a stark familiarity
that resonates through every cell…
Nobody knows except the One –
Who breathes the breeze and lights the sun –
the true depth of your heart’s despair
or how your world has come undone
So find your solace in each hour –
those common steps your being knows –
let mem’ries come as they see fit:
unbidden . . . fresh . . . as winter’s snow…
And with each one, laugh hard, cry harder –
grant all a place in mama’s heart –
but know those times when nothing works
it’s damned okay to fall apart.
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