Beforeword: A colleague with whom my friend co-chaired an internship program for students for over 25 years suddenly passed away. Now, standing before her students, their sad eyes looking back at her, she finds herself comforting them, holding back her own tears because, as she told me, she needed to be the adult in the room. Unable to be there to console her in person, I wrote and read this poem for her, hoping it offers some comfort from afar.

Read along and listen to: “Even The Adult In The Room Cries”:

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In creative solidarity, Dee