To Love

When I think of all I have done,

the work

the challenge

the race

the pain

the loss

the recovery

It is to love that I celebrate

and on the best days

I celebrate

that I have achieved

loving myself....

Scruffy little fawn. Your felt spots dangle by hot glue threads. A dark smudge anoints your brow. What is it? From a chocolate kiss I gave you as a child? When I was alone, and it was dark, and I clutched you close?

Scruffy little fawn. Your body curled and head droopy because the stuffing is sparse. Growing up is hard, but we did. With you in hand, we had the courage to explore. We ran in the s...