Sometimes we are wise and graced,

breathing softly through the day.

Other times we are lost and spaced,

wandering aimlessly about the day.

Compassion threads our time together,

laughter lightens our sighs of worry,

we try, we try again.

Hold me close,

lift me up,

let heaviness fly away in the breeze of a feather.

She put the feather in her hair,

we cleaned and organized

until it was time to mess it up again.

We felt better

because we laughed,

together.