covers the cost of replacing the lost food. Yea! One small step down the path toward positive news and happenings.
Here is a poem, written by a woman whose two children had just left for college (from Poem A Day, Steerforth Press, 1994):
So it's today, and in the chokecherry this year:
the first leaves turn ochre, there, by the open gate.
I grab the sweater you left on a chair, wrap it
around my shoulders, and—as I did for days last year
until I couldn't keep up with the season—I pick
every single rusting leaf, each fading flower
and hide them in my apron pocket: their crush
clandestine against my belly. It's a simple gift
for you—for us—such an easy thing to do
for a few more days of summer.