Pretty Thing

Granny
Originally uploaded by Rachel Pennington.

I took this photo of my grandmother a few years ago at Christmas. I think she looks like a doll.

I'm VERY tired tonight. I don't know why. I slept good last night. I hope I can do the same tonight.

My sister is home. I can't wait to see her. She called me earlier and wants me to meet her tomorrow. :) I haven't seen her in years.

I don't know why I haven't discovered this poem before now. It sure is pretty. :)

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 strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson