Gently Abiding in
the sheltering presence of
my sweet friend named
Beary Star
as a wave of grief begins to wash over me.
Not too unexpected, really,
my supervisor's last day was Thursday
so there are changes going on at work.
And my Moma died on Epiphany
nineteen years ago.
(How on earth can that be?)
May she rest in Peace.
. * .
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