Poems from HopesReflection
First we start with abcs
Then we move to 123s
Before we know we hate our teachers
And just as quickly we become best friends
We start...
Empty halls and desolate classrooms
Summer turns a hub of social interaction and learning into an apocalyptic movie set
Many of the former...
Hope is not a fuzzy feeling.
Hope is not rainbows and butterflies and cupcakes.
Hope is not soft and sweet relief.
Hope is knowing that...