A quadrille for dVerse, hosted by De Jackson. What's a quadrille? A dance, you say? Well yes. However the peeps at dVerse decided it should also be a poem of not more, nor less, than 44 words including a chosen word. In this case, the word is "fold", in some form or another.
Standing tall, smile at the ready
comforting them as they are dumb
to the right words, discomfitted
she soothes and assures them
their fumbled attempts are understood
Standing tall, smile at the ready
it keeps her from folding over
There will be time, later
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