Donna lovingly tends to each fraying remnant.
It is small good work, sewing and sorting in the sunlight.
Children have written:
Life is a flower.
Anything is possible.
Peace.

Hope can start here, raised by patient hands,
strung in bright banners, fragile and brave.
Here we might find what we almost lost.
Anything is possible. Peace.

This is a place where scarves are knitted, where awkward fingers learn to dance,
where wood is carved, where gardens are planted, where poems are crafted,
where giggling girls sew flannel pajamas, where music erupts. Anything is possible.

Peace.

We build things here using Tools and Materials.
And sails are secured for the voyage ahead.

(I will wave from the shore, blowing kisses.)

Anything is possible.

Peace.

Cynthia Carbone Ward