Avalina

“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