It’s a NOISY restaurant, but out of the cacophony emerges a little voice, singing a RHYME. I look up from my omelette and spy the source of the sweetness: a little one, swinging chubby legs, singing as the adults chatter around her. Almost like a beam of light in darkness, her innocent joy lifts my heart. I return to my solitary breakfast, a little less lonely. MAYBE today will be okay after all.

Georg’ann

It’s RAINY in the BAYOU
MAYBE it’s time to bid adieu

Heather