He’s so in love with all the things I hate most about myself I always wished I could be more like the girls on my shelf.
Girl in blue,There’s a pressure in you—Let it out.All the little things you’ve built up,All the big things you’ve been hiding—Let them free.
Though he rarely laughed, his eyes did often, so as I stood silent over his coffin, tears filled mine.
Here’s something nice I want to say: I’m blessed to watch you on your way On down this path to Glory, Humbly
“Grandma, would you please tell us a story?” Mazy looked up from playing nurse with her cloth doll from their perch on the third glossy pine step. Her deep green eyes glittered with delight like the Emerald City of Oz.