Jun 2020
In folded pieces of paper,
Resides illuminating hope like no other.
Hung like a tapestry atop one's cushion,
Swaying to the wind's symphony with resilient passion.
Resides illuminating hope like no other.
Hung like a tapestry atop one's cushion,
Swaying to the wind's symphony with resilient passion.
"Thanks for bringing me outside," the little girl said. The nurse smiled, pushing the wheel chair as they strolled around.
"Will I see you tomorrow, Miss?"
The woman nodded, "You'll see me everyday 'til you can finally leave this place. Sounds good, right?"
The girl glanced at the jar of tiny paper cranes she held. Everyday, she would give the nurse a paper crane as a token of gratitude. At times, they would hand it above her bed so she could see the pretty pieces of paper as she lay down. "Remember me," the she said with a smile. "I'll come back to visit you when I'm better!"
She handed the jar to the nurse.
It was the last the little girl gave her.
"Will I see you tomorrow, Miss?"
The woman nodded, "You'll see me everyday 'til you can finally leave this place. Sounds good, right?"
The girl glanced at the jar of tiny paper cranes she held. Everyday, she would give the nurse a paper crane as a token of gratitude. At times, they would hand it above her bed so she could see the pretty pieces of paper as she lay down. "Remember me," the she said with a smile. "I'll come back to visit you when I'm better!"
She handed the jar to the nurse.
It was the last the little girl gave her.
