Jill Reed
The children played a game of ball. The little one gave up, and, walked away. The tiny child didn’t sit and sulk, instead, her skip turned into dance. The dance, that she began, soon followed a melodic tune she spun. The ball that spun, from hand to hand, soon stopped as the others cocked their heads listening to her plan.
She was singing and dancing about a happy place, and, her bright white smile...