Widow, just one month into her
Mourning,
Passed by the prayer booth at
The state fair?
Was it an accident that I took along
A few of my MENDING books "just in
Case" I could give them
Away?
Was it an accident that she clutched
Me as I clutched her feeling her
Tears as though they were mine,
Caring,
Sharing,
Bearing one another's grief?