Sunday, April 20, 2008
A Blubbering Puddle
She was a blubbering puddle of misery and woe. The tears rolled and the sobs were mournful. Her eyes red and puffy as was her nose. "Use words" I said but only noise and salty droplets came out. The flame of my compassion and care had not yet been ignited. The frosty chill of a 3am Winter had seen to that.
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2 comments:
How many times have I felt like this.. and the guilt that goes with feeling nothing but anger at being awake AGAIN, even though your child clearly needs you! Once again, what a way with words you have.. xo
catch you later
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