No, it doesn't get easier. Month by month she hopes. I hope. Tests are positive. Then hopes are lost. If only for a time. Somehow we find the strength to hope again. Believe in the possible. Trust. Learn all we can. Try again.
In hope.
I wondered quietly. With all of the birds passing this week. Being pushed out of the nest. A metaphor. Maybe. It was in the back of my head. I listen. Feel. Hope.
In hope.
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