are not surprised
at my thought coming round to you -
the time of year, they say,
the necessary reckoning ...
I don't know. Could be ...
I could choose to be
an old woman, sitting among my shards,
flickers of memories, glints of past light,
Or I could join you here in heart warmth -
what you have always given me,
what you give me still,
helping my ground to new, abundant, life.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2023
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