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
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
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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