A Worry Break

It isn’t that I worry actively
about my kids – they grew up long ago.
But as I survey life, the quality
of their experience – their jobs and health,
their moods, their challenges with family –
is part of what I reckon every day.
This week, one has her best friend’s company.
The other’s group-vacationing, and so
consideration takes a break in me.

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