The Old Wooden Bridge The old wooden bridge, Was my safe place. My place to go, When I needed to be alone. Where I could go, When I needed to cry. It’s gone now, Replaced Read more…
After raising a family, running a child care program, and being married for over 27 years. It’s been three years now that I’ve lived alone for the first time in my life. While there are Read more…
Cried myself to sleep I cried myself, To sleep last night. It had been a while, Since I’d done that. The waves of pain, Come less frequently now. But they still come. I woke up Read more…
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