Comfort in the time of sadness

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For three years I’ve walked past her porch

we wave

yesterday 

I took her brownies 

gave her a hug 

she 80 something 

was now the mother of a murdered son

as I walked home

my knees weakened 

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In my circle of friends, we were talking about times of sadness. The power of a wave, a plate of brownies, a casserole. . . .how we make art when we are in despair, our knees are weak. Fortunately, my art pairs well with pacing. I piece fabric and colors.

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