Her thoughts float away on the wings of hope
She hopes beyond all hopes
That the ink on her fingers and the words on paper
Will not go to waste
Maybe one day she thinks
Maybe one day instead of reading a book
She'll be reading her own
She'll be reading the words she worked so hard to perfect
The words that blossomed in her mind
She nourished them
She loved them
And now
She could cherish them.
