Every moment, I am hoping to grow a little.
On takeoff, I saw these two people hold hands from across the aisle on a very small airplane. This poem is birthed from that image.
I wrote this for a friend whose family member had passed away. I don’t think he’ll mind if I post it here, because I think the message is helpful for someone else.
I do what I want. Then I come up with more things that I want, and I love it.
Feedback is good, but it isn’t always the reality that matters to you.