And just before we went to sleep,
he held me tigher than anyone ever
has and looked up at the ceiling.He looked up and asked God why he deserves all this good in his life.
It sounded as if he was awaiting a reply.
It sounded like he meant it.
Can you believe it?
I barley could.
YOU ARE READING
It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.