“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
Avalina’s Tree
By Carmen H Gray
Once upon a time
You and I took a brush
To the back of your door
And created a haven for colorful birds
To rest and flitter about
A world for your mind to step into
When you were young
Avalina, my child in flight
Always traversing new territory
Wow girl, what gifts you have.
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