Call the Canaries Home

by Laura Barrow

It scared her a little to know she was capable of loving a person so much, that all that love had been waiting there her whole life, like a dormant seed just aching to get out and grow up into something bigger than the cypress trees in the bayou and the pines that shot up all around her yard.

We could never keep every bad thing from happening. All we could do was cherish the good when we had it for however long it was ours.