A Heart Moved
She had been creating it all her life. Day by day, year after year, her black book noted and saved away in the timeworn hope chest passed down from her great grandmother, Belle. Her room was too small for the chest which was placed at the end of her wood framed bed but "that's where folks keep such things," she would tell herself. Plus, she could sit and gaze at it whilst sending her wishes and prayers into its contests. "One day," Caroline would say to herself, knowing that the old box held the magic of generations gone by.
