Parables Of Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul 
And sings the tune without the words 
And never stops at all.
– Emily Dickinson

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    November 6, 2019 by

    I just marked my calendar:  January 2nd, “LAST CHEMO” I mean, it’s a relief, really.  A joy to be done with this!  No more sick babies, hospital visits, throwing chairs as I dart across the room, tub in hand, at the sound of retching. No more fear of missing that one hint that my child… Read more

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    October 16, 2019 by

    by Cheryl Kerredited by Deana Tavares I remember Kissing, your bald headYou were smaller thenStill, the same fuzzYou were crying Would not be soothedI had a million things to do. Every reasonTo lay you down Let you cry yourself to sleepBut, oh, that bald headSmelling like powder Innocence Simplicity I chose to hold you High Upon my chestYour… Read more

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