She called me with news
new job
change
At first a little misty eyed, then
Hear
come the
tears;
Their sound, effortless
As they wash my cheeks
I swipe them away, gently
Blend them into my blush
landscape changes
horizontal to sitting up straight
recalling, embracing
Her gift of grace and lightness
In the middle of a hectic day
Okay
Here come the tears.
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