Friday, July 17, 2009

Special Lady

My house feels like a prison. The insurmountable expenses have trapped me and I cannot escape the bars of my cell. And yet there is a little window where the sunlight always shines in and a little bird sweetly sings "there is hope, there is love, you'll be okay."

My little bird, her life my window where freedom lies.

1 comment:

Joy Howse said...

DITTO. We lost our house the beginning of this year, but I still have my sunshine... my three kiddos. What more could I desire? NOTHING!