Alone, but not really lonely,
Thoughts of friends, children,
Writing their own stories,
I settled into the couch with a
Mug of Earl Gray, Chopin on
Spotify, Homeschooled on Kindle.
The glow of an early morning swim
Mingled with the silent snow falling.
I thought I heard the sound of
Someone, from long ago,
Laughing as she worried about
Embracing the moment, and the
Inevitable, change.
PS As of today, I have also joined the Stafford Challenge to write a poem every day for the next 365 days or so. I'll see how this goes.
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