Little Hopes

Little hopes grow like weeds— looking pretty in the grass. Must we weed them out? Pull them up today, and they’ll be back tomorrow, anyway, whimsical as ever. Of course, they may die some time, but so will the flowers. I’ve a mind to let them stay— a yard full of color in a dull … Continue reading Little Hopes

It’s Going to be Okay

It was getting toward the end of the day when one of the little girls in my class came over to me, sad. She was missing her mommy. I scooped her up and held her, knowing the feeling. (I have always been very emotionally attached to my mom, and I still get really sad sometimes … Continue reading It’s Going to be Okay