During days and sometimes weeks
when it feels there is no escape
from what seems etched into my blueprint
I freeze moments
and I hang onto them
A long lost gift rediscovered on a hot afternoon
A smile, innocently loosening the grip of anxiety on this mama’s heart
The sound of eldest son’s voice, singing from the next room
“How can I keep from singing?“
And that old demon of mine
he’s buried again, shovelful by shovelful
under each treasured little dose of peace
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