Pain

I see the pain coming
I welcome it
I let it sit on a chair while I’m making tea for both of us
Then I sit down
Slowly drink tea with my sorrow
The sadness wants to stay a little longer
I think it’s okay
I don’t rush
I have my whole life to sit there with my sadness
It becomes my friend
It teaches me to be brave
It teaches me to be thankful
I think it is a good friend
When a good friend comes over, you don’t push it away
You make hot tea for two
And you enjoy it
Then the sadness gets tired
It wants to leave
You open the door and say:
“Goodbye my dear. See you sometime.”