Hello all! After 2,000 visitors, our next goal is 5,000. We want to achieve this by getting some more press and collaborations, which we will be working on for the next few weeks. In the meantime, we would really love any suggestions on how to improve our website and what we should do to move into our phase 2. Today's poem is called Old Love, by Pat Mora. You can read it here. In this poem, an uncle mourns his sister's death. The narrator in this story is the child that the uncle is talking to. The uncle goes on to talk about all of his memories and how she once told him that one day, they would kiss goodbye. The speaker clearly wants to communicate to the reader that life, the very thing that gives of this amazing gift, can take it away just as easily. We live just to have that last kiss, to make our mark in some brief, but unforgettable way. To our have our name etched in the memory of someone else for such a short time. But what we are trying to do is not make someone remember us, but to be remembered through our acts of kindness and selflessness. You will never be forgotten in that. Thank you, and goodnight.