No matter the age,
I always want someone to live
“just a little longer”.
When someone younger than me
is ill and outcome is unknown,
it always shakes me to the core.
And, isn’t there a “law” that parents
outlive their children ?
Somehow the universe knows who
to urge to spring a surprise, to ease
the angst, showing empathy.
Bittersweet Week: sad, happy, surprised
I tucked this away, just found it…
remember I didn’t want to post it ’cause
it was too “deep” thinking for me to share.
It ruins my Hard Hearted Hannah image.