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...