Take a breath
It isn’t complicated
At least, it shouldn’t be
Most of the time
It happens with
Little thought
Until a thought
Becomes thoughts
And thoughts turn
Into questions
And suddenly
I’m seeking answers
For how to react
To the latest change
Then change
Turns into changes
And soon, there are
More than I can count-
Well, maybe
I’m exaggerating
Just a smidge
Concerning the number
Of changes, just not
The significance-
A house with no kids
For the first time
In twenty-nine years
How does one prepare?
Yes, I know-
Thank you
It isn’t complicated
Take a breath
Once again, I am grateful for the poetry circle. Listening, writing, sharing, connecting. ❤️
Piano Girl 
This is beautiful and poignant.
This resonates —
It happens with
Little thought
Until a thought
Becomes thoughts
And thoughts turn
Into questions
And suddenly
I’m seeking answers
Hugs.
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Thank you, Louise. ❤️
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Oh, Kelley…you have a way with words, dear friends. Welcome to the rest of your life. It’s a weird “emptiness” in the house I know. Twenty-nine—how beautiful! Just as you! I love your words and writing.💛
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Thank you, friend. ☺️
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You’re welcome, Kelley. I think of you so often! 💛💛💛 I think it’s because you are so much like my friends here. AND my friends in AR. It’s as if you’re around me all the time! And when I’m with my family, I think of your precious family and pray, too. Much love. 💕🙏
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