Just because I felt like sharing it again....

This one's for you baby....


"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-

And sweetest-in the Gale-is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-

I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strongest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb-of Me.

Emily Dickinson

Here's hoping everyone has a great Friday!