It was my little wooden miracle
That led me to a place
Where broken hearts become mended,
The tears of grief
Are dried,
And the beautiful, imperfect
Madness inside us all becomes pure
Genius.
-JESSICA BALL - 8TH
“I created this poem to symbolize what it is like to experience grief and tragedy but have something or someone, in this
case the Thompson House, to go to in times of need. Having someone there for you is a comfort that can sometimes be
an absence in peoples’ lives. Being able to have that luxury of being loved or to have someone that they can go to in
order to seek help and happiness is such a gift that many people take for granted.” - JESSICA BALL - 8TH