My Cardboard Balcony

The Wanderer by Belinda Roddie I've got tired, blistered feet, but I take steady steps as I navigate roads on this arduous trek. I've touched asphalt and sand, trod on both snow and grass, while I say my hellos to the people I pass. At the end of the world, there's a big pot of gold (or so some people say, sages weary and old). I'm not sure of the end to this path that I've started, so I've got to keep pushing and remain lionhearted. If you happen to see me, what's the day? Please remind me. And if you've got the time, maybe walk right beside me. Now, my journey is long, and it's not always easy, but the strangers I meet make the harder times breezy. Why? 'Cause strangers become friends if you give them time; they add stars to your sky and reason to your rhyme. If you, too, find yourself on an arduous trek, know the good times are coming and the bad times are tests. Forge your bonds when you can; on dis

"How was the pasta, dear?" Kelly made a face. "It was fine," she said. "Too much basil, though." "Really?" Her mother looked incredulous. "I didn't put in any more than I usually do." Pushing her empty plate away, Kelly said nothing more as she walked to the living room to finish her history homework. Her mother was left to stare confusedly into space.