On the driveway
she stood
waiting.
Hands waving...
no smile
but
glad I had arrived.
As I approached
she began
to cry.
"I read
what you wrote
and now
I am crying."
Good tears...
loving tears...
understanding tears.
Tears
enfolding
grief...
"I am with you."
Emotions,
stories
and
a hearty lunch....
the kind I used to
enjoy with my grandmother.
We don't always
know
where
or when we will
encounter
compassion
so deep
it heals.
We don't always
know
who
will
offer us
the very thing we need.
On
the driveway
she stood...
whispering
through my open window
before I leave....
"I am always here."
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