And so, I consider the landscape. I think
in terms of abstraction. Thick paints, maybe floral; perhaps, a rooster or crow.
Then, someone who sat with her daddy today
until the moment he became breathless.
She messaged me to say, “I look at your angels and feel at peace.”
And I want to say, me too.
But, that feels self-serving. I don’t.
Instead, I say “I am so very sorry for your loss.”
and I am.