"I think the world really boils down to two types of people - those who see shapes in cloud formations, and those who just see clouds."
There were buds in the funeral bouquetclosed tight as her casket.
One opened on Christmas Day -
and, I googled it.
I'd begged God for a sign.
Something small, anything at all.
But when that stem showed signs of life
I googled it.
There could have been comfort in that bloom.
Rest for an uneasy heart.
Instead, I put fingers to my wounds
and googled it.
For Margaret's prompt at Real Toads