Mending
A giant hand inside my chest
Stretches out and takes
My heart within its mighty grasp
And squeezes till it breaks.
A gentle hand inside my chest,
With mending tape and glue
Patches up my heart until
It’s almost good as new.
I ought to know by now that
Broken hearts will heal again.
But while I wait for glue and tape,
The Pain!
The Pain!
The Pain!
-By Judith Viorst
Somewhere between shopping for engagement rings and a rousing round of rummikub, Mike decided that the love he has for me is not the kind that lasts for a lifetime. By the way, that’s gentleman speak for, “Gee it turns out that there’s something I really don’t like about you, but I’m way to polite to say what.” I hold my heart in my hands and begin the steps of mending.
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I'm sad to read about this, Anne. Sending good mending thoughts your way. Hearts are resilient muscles. Take good care
Thanks LH. I feel better everyday. Except the day I used the hot glue gun - ha ha.
And thanks to everyone else who has been so kind in so many ways.
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