The Jar On My Bakery Case. It has willowy pink feathers around its rim. It sparkles, its beautiful. Its a gift. It has a playful picture of my Bella, in a cheerleading outfit, taken just a short time ago, in long blonde ponytails. This jar has made me cry, grateful, overwhelmed, inspired, empathetic, pissed off (sorry, shoot me), hopeful, calm, hysterical, grounded, and needing to run away. Im a watcher of the jar, a human observer, as I make perfect cappuccinos. I cry along with you (secretly), I Iisten, I enlighten, educate and elaborate. Sometimes I scream (inside my head). I give thanks to all the perfect friends and strangers who drop dollars, and cents. Who help pay the way during my childrens suffering. You are Angels and I see you. Those who are careless and casual, both with looks and words, I see and hear you too. Know my heart is sitting next to that same jar.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 05:59:44 +0000
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