Flu Season

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This poem is for all the folks who need to take extra time caring for themselves and their loved ones.

 The Healer

She murmurs softly

wipes your arms and face with

a cool damp washcloth

She will glaze your parched lips

with oil, hold warm lemon

tea for you to sip

She’ll comb out knots

as you rest on the pillow

thread her needle with your hair,

carefully mending holes 

in your delicate fabric

silver round accessory with storage

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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3 Responses to Flu Season

  1. Kathleen Corbett says:

    Beautiful Elaine,thank you Love,Kathy

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  2. shelleyhines says:

    Stunning☆ Thank YOU, Healer Sister♡

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