The paradox of sorrow May 25, 2017 / Often I think on If Time had dealt a different hand, A life in which My mother still stands. But then I ponder That with her breath, My story would be Unfamiliar, Unknown to me.
I love your poem Melissa, and I love that you are honest about your sorrow. I often feel the same way about my life. We should talk more about this. Hugs, Friend
Thanks Tiffany! Yes, let’s chat about it soon.
I think about that too!