I will sit with Her today
On this longest night
And just hold her hand
Her sorrow is more
Than one heart can bear
The piece given to me
I weave into gifts
Or bake into cookies
To warm and uplift
Trying to alleviate
Her burden
We are the poets and artists
The alchemists
Empty vessels
Into which Her tears fly
Then we change and release
Them into the world.

bjbeyers 12-21-21


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