One shirt.
Tan.
Size Large.
His.
Left behind.
From the visit.
Gone.
Returned to the place
He calls home
For now.
I fold it
On the kitchen counter
And am taken back
To the wonder
of
The First Folding.
The clothes for Him,
The one
Swimming
In my body,
While I fold
And wonder
His precious life
To be.
Still the folding
And the wondering
Twenty Years
Grateful for the wonder
When she is not consulting; coaching; reading and writing about leadership; or enjoying her work in other ways; Anne can be found:
Listening to ocean waves receding over stones.
Enjoying the spontaneous expressions of young children who haven’t yet learned to hide their emotions.
Taking in the scent of freesias, lilacs or salt water.
Enjoying the great, or not so great, outdoors and all variations of nature’s gifts.
At the gym.
Listening to ocean waves receding over stones.
Enjoying the spontaneous expressions of young children who haven’t yet learned to hide their emotions.
Taking in the scent of freesias, lilacs or salt water.
Enjoying the great, or not so great, outdoors and all variations of nature’s gifts.
At the gym.