a loss, a transition, an illness,
a move, a new responsibility
you're not sure you can handle --
whatever's making you blue,
my heart goes out to you.
And so I take a deep deep breath;
breathe in your sorrow
and your despair;
breathe out the joys of blue skies
and late summer sun;
the trees, just beginning to turn,
the sweet smell of fresh-baked fudge,
the taste of mashed potatoes,
and the delight of re-connecting
with old friends.
Peace, my beloved; peace.
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