Hope is theThing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

This tile and the poem, is my response to Challenge #42 "HOPE". http://iamthedivaczt.blogspot.com/ Breast Cancer took my godmother several years ago. I think of her and all the other women that suffer with this disease. 


I have a special request of all who see this. My local hospital is participating in the Pink Glove Dance contest. My new granddaughter,  daughter and I are in the video because she was born on the day they were filming. (we are at 1:43 in). Please vote for  Advocate Good Shepherd, Barrington, IL  at http://pinkglove.co/12  you only need to vote once!

The tile is one that I added color to with my watercolor paints. A white pen, shading with pink chalk and highlights with a white chalk pencil.