SANDBURG GIRLS
o the girl sledding down the giant hill: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who discovers the hornets’ nest: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who throws a ring into the lake: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who creates “secret” paths: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who goes for daily hikes in hopes that he might show up: everything turns out okay.
To the girl having her hair nibbled by a baby goat: everything turns out okay.
To the girl taking (trespassing) snow hikes with her parents: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who loves the maple at the first bench: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who needs to out-walk her fear of her mother’s unbearable sickness: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who encounters a grown bear with no one else around: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who, mortified, asks a new friend to prom approximately five minutes before he was planning to ask her: everything turns out okay.
To the girl carrying her history textbook up the mountain to make homework bearable: everything turns out okay.
To the girl watching her mother carry their injured dog down a snowy mountain: everything turns out okay.
To the girl recovering from surgery, who measures success in laps around the lake: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who, mad with grief, climbs her maple out over the water to tear off the dead tree limbs weighing it down: everything turns out okay.
To the girl whose terrifying love for him feels like bright light and sound and rage and song and threatens to rip her to pieces: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who loves night hikes with her mother: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who no longer recognizes her father: everything turns out okay.
To the girl convincing her fiancee to propose again, this time on a specific lake bench: everything turns out okay.
To the girl watching a dark field of fireflies with a kindred spirit: everything turns out okay.
To the girl on a college planning walk with her father: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who feels alone, even with friends: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who reluctantly continues up the path at her mother’s request, when her mother feels too weak to continue: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who remembers when those trees were small enough to still see the distant mountains behind: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who just needs to get away from her parents: everything turns out okay.
To the girl scaling a vertical rock as her father yells at her to come down: everything turns out okay.
To the girl discovering a secret overgrown garden: everything turns out okay.
To the girl talking to herself as she writes songs and poems and plays and everything in between: everything turns out okay.
To the girl exposing her heart to a longtime crush, then having it rejected: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who never suggests anywhere else to meet up with friends: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who wants to claw the memories out of her skull: everything turns out okay.
To the girl on the greenhouse roof, dreaming with a kindred spirit: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who fears no one will ever truly choose her: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who waits at the wishing pond, watching for a green truck: everything turns out okay.
To the girl petting goats with her husband: everything turns out okay.
To the girl on her favorite bench, longing to just lie down and give up: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who wonders if she’ll ever stop missing him: everything turns out okay.
To the girl enjoying a family picnic by the old bridge: everything turns out okay.
To the girl who expects ghosts around every tree, and one day the ghost is flesh and blood: everything turns out okay.
To the woman who mourns the lake because can’t ONE thing stay the same: everything turns out okay.
To the woman and girls who cried and cried and
Worried and
Worried and
Worried:
Everything turns out okay.
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