I wrote this poem earlier this month after helping a friend move to the DC area. It speaks of the hidden graces of time with friends.
A friend in need,
of a place to lay her head,
store her bags,
as she settles in a new city;
A friend in need of a purpose for the next month,
An outlet to serve,
And a routine to help her sleep well again,
Meeting one another's needs,
As they share Trader Joe's and their affinity for Harry Potter,
Both begin to approach more peaceful states...
--Gertrude Rose
Personal Journal
8/3/2014
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