I had my first session with a counsellor yesterday. Her name is Jane. I like her, and I think we're going to get along fine. Jane and I see eye to eye on some important things and I like her style. One hour with Jane snapped me like a twig and made me no good for anything else, but that's OK.
Here is a beautiful poem we just received, written for us by a friend. It made me cry. Thank you to the author.
This is the wordless cry
The one you hope never
never to need
Which can't be enough
comes out all wrong
And cannot bring life out of death
Ragged
Wrenched
With no resting place
This is the wordless cry
Sent with love
For all your three girls
And for you.
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