When I was little, I thought I had the power to change them. When you got cancer, I bargained with God: He could take away my power if you could live. You didn’t die and I can’t change stoplights.
When I was little, I thought I had the power to change them. When you got cancer, I bargained with God: He could take away my power if you could live. You didn’t die and I can’t change stoplights.
I wish I had that power. I wish I could have saved someone… Stay blessed. May your power return. 🙂
Thanks, but I am sure you probably have a much better powers than turning reds green.
Brilliant! 🙂 Happy to have found your writing through your finding mine. —Chagall
Touching and special work.
spoken with honesty.
OMG. Amazing.
You must be really interesting. I wish we could drink together somewhere. Haha.
Rock on. \m/
Very cool!
I like this!
You can turn stoplights into spotlights and let them shine, shine, and never have to stop.
Beautiful and very touching poem. Thanks for sharing!
How poignant. I hope you still find the power. Stay blessed