Hope is The Thing…

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

I like this poem because how it describes hope with a lot of different things.

– Emily Dickinson

Media & Memory

When I was little my favorite toy was I little stuffed Cow. I would always call him moomoo. He had little spots on his body just like a cow. He even had small tiny horns coming out of head. I first got him when I had surgery. My preschool teacher came after my surgery when I had a 107°f fever. Close to death. I would always take it with me where I ever went. I would play with it like he was part of my family. I would feed him when ever I was eating meals. I acted like he was my dog because I have never ever had a pet. Why don’t you just look at it for your self?