The word: Happy
I met Hilary when she was helping coach a women’s fitness class – she was exuberant and positive and sergeant-commanding us to do stuff that HURT, and yet somehow she had us all smiling through it.
The Stranger: Hilary
Her Word: Happy
The poem I wrote:
I tell my friend in her eighties
about my grievances
(a person offended or some skin-stuck mischief
of the body, the small trouble I cause myself,
being not old and not young but at a bridge-age)
and she writes back:
Be happy, dear girl.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.