Tears & tears

One washes,

One rips.

.

The little dog yelps and barks joining

The tantrum of holy righteous anger and wounded inner child

Roiling in my belly.

No cuddling comforting

Therapy Dog is She –

But fierce in Her song.

We keen together.

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A day started in sunshine

Can end in storms.

The sun will rise again,

But the world will still have turned.

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Be thankful

Even in grief.