I awoke to twittering birdsong, and a fresh spring breeze danced through the open window, and I was puzzled, so I queried the disquieting encumbrance, which sat so heavily in my heart. And as every morning, since Monday last, I remembered where you are. I hold you close my dearest friend, like a child her well-loved flannel; And Parker visits yet again to whisper in our ears: “Constant use ha[s] not worn ragged the fabric of [our] friendship."* I love you ; with the entirety ; of our valiant, purple hearts. ~Marcela; with nothing but love and hope for your recovery, MySue. April 11, 2020 Writing and photo: All Rights Reserved - Marcela: Unfiltered *https://dorothyparker.com/books-by-dorothy-parker
Thinking of your friend and the love you have for her. Hoping love heals.