Thursday, December 22, 2011

I’ll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.


It seems the woman I’ve turned out to be
is not the heroine of some grand story.

But I have learned
to find the poetry
in what my hands can touch,
my eyes can see.


Judith Viorst
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