Salute to never being beaten again

 

Once upon a dark time in a land of smiles – bad things happened.  Children were broken into.  Things stolen.  Nothing said.   Nothing done.  And so the innocent grew not up but small.  But this was not to be the end …

In the darkness little helpers gathered, spilling rich black ink into soft white sheets.  Tailoring picture books to fill empty spaces.  Telling truth that grew much taller than a world too big to fit.  Until size no longer mattered and little souls were reawakened by the rythms and rhymes of songs that carried them all the way home – ensuring they’d never be beaten again.     Pass it on …