Roots (20/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
Has life landed you into a party
when you arrive in Mardi Gras city?
You better be a being that’s hardy;
below the surface life can be gritty.
She supported my work relocation,
for her, not a minimal adjustment.
Pausing, restarting her own vocation,
to God she offered total entrustment.
She shared a glimpse of her soul, “I plant roots.
Wherever I am I plant my roots deep.
I do not adjust well to life’s reboots.
It is from my people that my heart reaps.”
I asked, and she replied somewhat frailly,
“Here six months. I no longer cry daily.”
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