When in the course of human events, one places so much expectation or have no expectation in another, we are pleasantly surprised, a little glow of bliss surrounds us.

June, my 10 year old daughter, surprised me not only in her writing but in her depth of understanding in her own work. So I would like to share some of her work with others.

Vigil        

A lone woman stands

Every day by her husband’s grave.

She stands, with no one to talk to

Except those who will not talk back.

She has not passed, though

She knows as her statue stands

By her husband’s grave,

Someday his statue will stand by hers.

Mirror

I am a deceiving object.

I have the ability to make people

Young again.

Most of the time I am bright and pure.

I have seen always the young,

Never the old.

I realize I am a liar.

I am not truthful.

In me is a gray heart.

I give people what they want,

But I have to lie to do it.

Moral: Excellent is never where expect to be, when you expect it.