I love the cathartic nature of poetry. I happen to think that all seasons have their place. I just don't always like that some things (and people) may turn out to be in our lives for only a season... when what we had hoped and believed was that they would be there for a lifetime. Of course, there are some things we are glad to see in the rearview mirror! (such as my son's SEN high school application that consumed the best part of our summer and left me with little headspace for Hive). But when we love people, when we connect with them, letting go emotionally can be hard, and then sometimes, just when you think, it's all over bar the singing... they pop up again... and we are forced to question where we now stand; whether our role in their life and theirs in ours, has changed. Perspective is a funny thing.
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