All Better Soon

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She cried into the onions, peeled the taters, chopped the carrots, minced the garlic, seared the chicken bits.

Around her a cacophony of coughs.

A prodigious sneeze.

She wiped. She washed her hands. She stirred.

The panacea simmered.

There’s nothing chicken soup won’t fix.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Panacea in 44 words

Together

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They walked through fields

Of heather

Seeking remedy

For those

Soon to be together,

Gathering the makings

Of the broom

They’d use

To sweep away their

Woes.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Heather in 27 words

cat hug

When you fret in worry,

Field misgivings,

Try to still the shiver

Of concern

Of doubt

Of qualm.

Take a moment

To get grounded

And remember what you know

In soul, in heart, in mind:

Sooth exists.

Lives

Between the breaths

Of Love’s

Eternal

Balm.