My poem reflects sounds in the neighborhood. Our old home needed to be rebuilt from the inside, several years ago. I was still grieving for my mother. Practical work was a blessing. I enjoyed the conversations and learned a lot about wood, building and rebuilding, and colors. A new and different world. When we first came here, it was interesting to be able to go to a lumber yard, with Karl, for example, during hours I used to be in class. I love to learn and this was a new vocabulary.
So many ways to be creative, and build, and rebuild if necessary. Write and rewrite. Take many photos. Cook a healthy meal. Write a note of encouragement.