Even Now, There Are Still Days So

No Mother Should Lose Her Child.

I Was A Daughterless Mother. I Had Nowhere To Put The Things A Mother Places On Her Daughter. The Nail Polish I Used To Paint Our Toenails Hardened. Our Favorite Videos Gathered Dust. Her Small Apron Was In A Box In The Attic. Her Shoes - The Sparkly Ones, The Leopard Rain Boots, The Ballet Slippers - Stood In A Corner.

Even Now, There Are Still Days So Beautiful, I Almost Believe In God.

A Sibling Is The Lens Through Which You See Your Childhood.

Don't Waste Your One Beautiful Life.