Dear, dear Katie. I’m so sorry about this news. I know you have family, but I wish I could be there too. I think your hug would somehow make me feel better. I’ll be thinking about you, your loss, and the gift of your steady friendship.
I was a teacher for a while--and still sometimes like to think I am.
I am that beautiful thing, a homemaker and mother, proud to be both.
I am ridiculously in love with my husband.
I have a very busy young son, and my second son was stillborn only weeks from the due date--I don't say it to ask for sympathy, but because it is the biggest thing that has happened in my life other than my marriage.
And so I pour out my days in words.
I love words.
I have too many hobbies and too much to do.
I don't care at all; I continue to add more.
I love music, and dancing, and singing, and especially the smell of clean laundry on the line, and children's dirty feet in the summer, and snow under street lamps in the winter.
I love my friends. Even the impossible ones. Even you.
I put my poems on here not because I am under any illusions of greatness, but in hopes that somehow, somewhere, someone can read a line and say, "Yes, that's what I was thinking too!", and know that we are not alone. Ever.
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Dear, dear Katie. I’m so sorry about this news. I know you have family, but I wish I could be there too. I think your hug would somehow make me feel better. I’ll be thinking about you, your loss, and the gift of your steady friendship.
simply true...
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