Saturday, April 14



It's morning, still to converse with my first guest.
Just read your email.
Thank you for your note.

 My first guest is a child.
He came with his mother.
I asked, 
: How are you today?
He smiled,
: I am good.
He smiled again,
: My parents are getting a divorce.

 Mother had pain in her face.
Quickly we changed subject.
Cough, wheeze and sneeze ...

 Your kindest note is humbling ...

It's a quest through thorns and thickets;
Garden of heaven at yonder.

I am ready to entertain my next guest.

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