Boxes of Hope

Boxes of Hope In the attic there is tensile. Bright and lovely, reflective pieces of fluff to begin the journey. One, two, three, a dozen cardboard containers. I thought we stopped saving, and saved less last year? Everything soon is down. A mountain of maybes, of possibilities. Wrapping paper from years ago, saved and folded carefully. New stuff in a bolt, that has remained… un-opened and untouched for five years. It is especially pretty. I am going to break, the wrapper today. There are left over snowflakes, empty candy dishes to fill, too many. Excellent gifts to go to the home… on Wednesday when we sing. The ladies they lift their voices, like angels. A broken doll, misplaced, in the wrong spot. It will need mending. I can do that. I know more than I want to, about how it happened. But I can fix it. A new home to be found. A story to be written down. No one will read, but it will still happen.