Reid@YWP

I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.

I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.

I want to be a melody stuck in your head.

When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.

Hope you all

Are having some good cheer

Please remember 

People struggle during this time of

Year

Happy days to all

Old tales and stories of years passed

Little smiles mean everything