Outside my window, the sun is shining
While snowflakes fall to the ground.
It is a conflict that matches my mood.
The phone rings and excitement and despair surge.
Good news, or bad?
It is always bad, but hope springs eternal –
We put on another smile, make the best of it, and be brave.
Acidic little butterflies flutter in my stomach
And though I still can smile
I feel their presence growing.
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