If you sit with grief
and hold its hands
in yours, they will be cold,
it’s true, but they won’t
steal you from yourself.
If you sit with sorrow,
and hold it to your heart,
you will ache
but it will not take you with it
when it lets you go.
If you sit with hope
it floats above you
til you choose it
grasping its tail and pulling it
on to your shoulder.
and then it is yours,
for its lifetime, as long as it lasts.
Feed it, scratch it under the chin
and let it roam free.
It may bring you a pebble,
a treasure, a fruit
and when sorrow and grief
come calling,
it will sit on your shoulder
eating pistachios
looking at them with bright eyes
until they know
it’s time to go.
I like it Anna.
I need more like this!