i sit with sadness for a good part of the day. . .
we talk, both of us still our morning sweats, long past noon.
his calmness and wisdom helps calm me down some,
and i can see there are things we can do.
i can't help but think of the times i saw my mother cry
about things so out of her control within our government.
sitting in front of our tiny black and white TV, her trying to
assure me she was okay as tears streamed down her cheeks. . .
i get it now mom, i do.