07 The Weight of Hope (Elizabeth Shepherd)
We walked together one evening
The buzzing crickets were our summer soundtrack
I remember thinking “we never talk, not like this”
We were both looking straight ahead
And she told me stories I'd never heard
A sliver of the person behind the mother
And she turned to face me, and I see her lips moving still, saying,
“Never buckle.”
“Never buckle under the weight of hope”