the feeling of
being in Mom's
hospital room
as I draw and write
sitting by the side of
her bed
Ani Pema instructs,
Bring up a memory
What does it feel
like?
like ice water
a pool rich with grief
hovering below my
heart
above my belly
I look up, distracted
a single cloud peers
out
over the top of the
building across the street
I am not unhappy
I am just sad
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