She smells like early morning spring and a hot cup of coffee.
She can be loud but gentle with her words.
She feels smooth and soft.
She is thin and frail but manages to be the strongest person I know.
When I think of her I think of fresh Christmas cookies on a cold night
As I scrapped the ground back in forth with the bright colors of the chalk, dust flew everywhere. The garage door creaked open and footsteps approached me from behind. “Courtney Leigh, you’re getting chalk all over your new clothes” my mother said sternly. I looked down at my church dress and grimaced as she scolded me.
Comp-osing Our Future 