BY EMILY DICKINSON

“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 read this poem aloud today to all my children. And O!, it spoke to me.

And a lovely blog to encourage all you Mamas with big visions and dreams for your precious ones: Hope With Feathers