Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope's secret:
it doesn't know
the destination--
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.
--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
[Photo of our granddaughter Ella with her best friend Hudson.]
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