Comfort in the time of sadness
/For three years I’ve walked past her porch
we wave
yesterday
I took her brownies
gave her a hug
she 80 something
was now the mother of a murdered son
as I walked home
my knees weakened
In my circle of friends, we were talking about times of sadness. The power of a wave, a plate of brownies, a casserole. . . .how we make art when we are in despair, our knees are weak. Fortunately, my art pairs well with pacing. I piece fabric and colors.