Walking with shadows…
HOPE FLOATS?
(in loving memory of J and E)
Hope floats,
Suspended,
Twice now from the ceiling and door
Twice I’ve put my hope in a child
Twice now that hope floats suspended.
BACKGROUND: No need to go into too much detail here… It’s the teacher’s worst nightmare. It’s everyone’s worst nightmare. And the faces and memories never fade. It seems.
And that’s not a bad thing.
