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How I Celebrate
Author: Edinburgh Syrian Women's Group
Year: Celebration
They are more like quiet flowers, really,
my celebrations now. They unfurl softly -
more like small gifts of gentleness
than huge horse-heart triumphs.
I don’t want to come in first. I want
to reach the end of a day without tears,
to see my friends again and hug them,
to feel depression lift like tiredness
after a nap. This is how I celebrate,
these days: a slow smile for each coffee
finished, each hope nourished, each small
joy.