keeping spirits up
note from self
the work—
applying what she
knows to be true
kindness required
there’s injury, pain
life’s a slog
every minutia
a class in attention
he makes the mocha
she knocks it over
floods the counter
rivers the drawer
spatters oak floor
one-handed, she
snatches the laptop
out of the wave
unscathed
chance for harsh
words—none
or blame
doesn’t happen
they work
in tandem
she “I’m sorry”
he “no need”
they remake
the mocha
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
So touching Amrita….beautiful.
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thank you! I’m just thrilled and moved that you are here.
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💞
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Thank you for the heart, Rebecca. It helps.
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