..
She is still holding together
the jagged edges of her own
breath, salvaging pieces
of her song.
But this morning the sky
was just a little fuller,
and the strawberries she sliced
into her Cheerios
tickled her tongue.
.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
I love the second stanza. 🙂
It is usually those small things that keep us going. Truly.