We’ve been hundreds of years measuring the size of their hearts by the size of our fists, - Andrea Gibson

Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?

I know most people try hard
to do good and find out too late
they should have tried softer.

My mother used to knit my mittens too big so they’d still fit me when I grew. I wore them and looked like who I wasn’t yet. I feel that sometimes when I’m writing poems — like they don’t yet fit. Do you ever feel like the best of you is something you’re still hoping to grow into?