Eternity, says the mountain when referencing time Centuries, says the forest whose trees grace its side Decades, say the roadway who winds and weaves by Hours, say the vehicles
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest II:
Preoccupation with my own woes blinded me to my husband’s suffering, which culminated in a heart attack…
I entertain worry like a long-anticipated guest, as if she is a distant relative crossing oceans to visit me I fluff up the pillows, and
How is it, little one, that you evoke such joy, unaware that I stand idly by, too preoccupied to care? You flit about as if
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Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
In anticipation of guests, the hostess – always bent on pleasing – carefully selects the script, ascribes roles,…