We need to separate
to see the life we’ve made,
to leave our house
where someone waits, patiently,
warm beneath the sheets;
to don layers of armor,
sweater, coat, mittens, scarf,
to stride down the frozen road,
putting distance between us,
this cold winter morning,
to look back and see,
on the hilltop, our life,
lit from inside.
Published with kind permission of the poet.
Someone says “Good-bye” and disappears behind doors or fades into the distance in a train…
This might be the best I’ll ever feel, these aches, these pains, this deep fatigue—…
“Bless you” to the spouse in the middle of another sneezing fit prompted by an…
This site is brought to you by A Network for Grateful Living, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. All donations are fully tax deductible in the U.S.A.
© 2000 - 2019, A Network for Grateful Living
Website by Briteweb