Tolkiens famous poem. "All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king."
My Mom was cleaning out her basement and came across some things that belonged to my Grandmother. This was one of those things. She knew I was having a rough day(s)... so she texted it to me. It took 6 texts to type it all... And at the end, she said, "Hope it made you smile. Sounds like something she would say!"