I would love to sit with this poem all day. Just being quiet. Resting.
But, I will be leaving the house in a couple of hours to pick up my friend, my godchild, my partner in running the clothes closet…and we will head to church to open the clothes closet for the day.
She will spend the day in one room, greeting people, and sorting clothes. I will be in another room hanging clothes on hangers, helping people find what they need, pulling empty hangers and hanging up more clothes. We are getting busier as time goes on. As it gets colder. As holidays approach.
We will both stay busy, in separate places, doing common work. At the end of the day, we will put everything away and I’ll give her a ride home. And we both will be beat.
Maybe, when I get home…I can put my feet up. Look out the window at the rain…and rest.
I hear you. There are so many of us who feel exactly the same. I feel like I am too old to fight and yet, how can I not? You know, I still refer to him as “ttaf (trumptheabsolutefucker)” every time I mention him.
I hope you will keep writing. And sharing.
Listening to music. Looking at artwork. Reading poetry. Those things help me to hang in there. Especially when I know the people producing the work. It helps me feel connected to something more beautiful in the world.
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Thank you so very much for that affirmation!
I would love to sit with this poem all day. Just being quiet. Resting.
But, I will be leaving the house in a couple of hours to pick up my friend, my godchild, my partner in running the clothes closet…and we will head to church to open the clothes closet for the day.
She will spend the day in one room, greeting people, and sorting clothes. I will be in another room hanging clothes on hangers, helping people find what they need, pulling empty hangers and hanging up more clothes. We are getting busier as time goes on. As it gets colder. As holidays approach.
We will both stay busy, in separate places, doing common work. At the end of the day, we will put everything away and I’ll give her a ride home. And we both will be beat.
Maybe, when I get home…I can put my feet up. Look out the window at the rain…and rest.
Love to you and Jane… Deb
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SOO good to hear from you, Deb! Thank you for these kind words and know that I think of you and of all we WWGBs!
I’m hoping that I find the impetus to organize something for us at the beach sometime, but honestly ttaf has really taken it out of me.
I hear you. There are so many of us who feel exactly the same. I feel like I am too old to fight and yet, how can I not? You know, I still refer to him as “ttaf (trumptheabsolutefucker)” every time I mention him.
I hope you will keep writing. And sharing.
Listening to music. Looking at artwork. Reading poetry. Those things help me to hang in there. Especially when I know the people producing the work. It helps me feel connected to something more beautiful in the world.
Love, Deb
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