Monday, March 7, 2011

March 7th

Eyes full of compassion.
Unknowing, unassuming but undemanding.
She likes coffee.
I can hear his thoughts.
Minutes later, my favoured vice appears beside me.
My eyes wide with surprise and overflowing with thank you's, meet his as he moves away slowly, quietly, respectful of the phone conversation I am midway through.
 I remain, humbly grateful for the support that surrounds me.
The love everywhere I turn.
So grateful.

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