He didn’t careThat I had gray hairOr that I had a wayOf having my say. That he adored meIn ways like no otherIsn’t a comfortWhen I would rather Have him here with me now.To see his sweet face.Don’t need the ...
Five months ago, my life shattered.I’ve made progress, but I’m not better. Grief, not a “condition” that resolves.Time, not a friend, but a foe that dissolvesSupport and help from all but a few.(To my very precious few, what would I ...