about
Sitting at a stoplight
lost off world and grieving
I notice my hand lying in my lap
fingers curled up.
The sun is shining.
I think,
I will take what is given
with an open palm.
why not the stars?
Sitting at a stoplight
lost off world and grieving
I notice my hand lying in my lap
fingers curled up.
The sun is shining.
I think,
I will take what is given
with an open palm.
Hadn’t seen this yet. You will love the book.
Deborah
Deborah–I checked it out of the library yesterday, and will take it to the ocean (with my 10 year old) this weekend. Thanks!
Just checking in to say hi. I hope you are having a lovely week.