I wrote this for you and hope it gives you some that you lost.
I have a golden hug for you
with a warm center to enfold you
and help you heal your heart and soul.
I will run barefoot through the dew
and think of you as I plant a row of trees today.
Renewal, strength and growth go to you with your resilience.
Freedom from dirty hands and words
will produce deep roots, a stem, branches
with beautifully full leaves that eventually bear flowers and
fruit that will provide continual sustenance for your yearning soul.
You are a crying
seed self watering
the soil with unsalted tears
that shall blossom into an unfettered
creative force to be reckoned with.