i felt my life with both my hands to see if i was there i held my spirit to the glass to prove it possibler i turned my being round and round and paused at very pound to ask the owner s name for doubt that i should know the sound i judged my features jarred my hair i pushed my dimples by and waited if they twinkled back conviction micht of me i told myself take courage friend that was former time but we might learn to like the heaven as well as our old home 