
“It’s a collapsible sort of day”
Said one friend to another
Who was feeling a bit weary.
Outside the autumnal wind howled
And leaves of brown, red and gold
Swirled into piles
Rustling and chattering
On the asphalt.
It was a hunkering down sort of day
By the fire
With a pot of honey
And a cup of tea.
One friend was struggling
Running around
Doing bits of this and that
Packing house
Sorting mum’s stuff
One thing after the other
Hardly gave time to process
Her absence
And adjust to a motherless life.
The smell of her pink cardy
Rattling her into present reality
Yet comforting at the same time.
“Acceptance is a process”.
The other friend shared her story too
(As friends do)
And in doing so realised what she needed:
To be content with the pace she was going
Instead of wasting energy
Wishing she were somewhere else.
Their spontaneous exchange
Was mutually satisfying
Like honey for a rumbly tummy
And finding a lost cup of tea.
© Karen Lighthouse 2024
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you have reminded me of a children’s story I wrote for my grandboys …thank you. Glad you found your tea.
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Thank you 🙏. I also wrote a story for my grand boys. Did you get it published?
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Nice one sis xx
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Thanks sis. I adapted it from a conversation I had with one of my best friends today 😁
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