Many women dream of flowers, chocolates and gifts But you have given me presents that surpass…
My son is frozen beneath a lake, I have an axe but cannot break through. I have been chopping through autism for years never to reach into his world. My soul longs to reach his hiding place, to know his every thought and dream.
Mothers sometimes have to smile, when a child needs approval but falls short.
A poem for those who feel grumpy in the morning but need a little sunshine in their cup.
Fall whispers my name
Come dance with me