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Two Mugs And A Smile.
A mug left sitting idle upon the table, crayons
no longer jostle by its side.
Its brother looks on from a bookshelf, forgotten
by the once cradling fingers.
I smile and hold close the sudden reassurance,
the normality caught within the simple collecting
of two forgotten mugs.
lonliness is eased to a
lonliness is eased to a certain degree by fond memories such as this,
and in your sharing, we all benefit.
Here's a wish for more time together soon for all of you.
Thank you Wordman, they
Thank you Wordman, they usually put their mugs in the sink so when they have left the reality of being alone comes back, so to see their mugs left where they were sitting and having to carry them to the kitchen remimded me of the days when I had a family here to look after. That was such a lovely feeling. I'm so tired of being on my own, one needs to feel useful and needed
i think. At least they are only a few miles away, not in another town or worse another country.