A Mother's Gratitude

A distraught girl sat on the edge of the stands,

Sniffling and crying, with her head in her hands.

A woman

Cicerones


Marked trails provided passage through the wilderness.
Escorts piloted me through unknown territories;
Navigators

"The Hand That Feeds"

I am your Fault, your Failure.
I am your Hope, your Salvation.

Don't ponder choices or consequences.

The Old Pink Sweater

She came to school everyday in the old tattered pink sweater, although it was 12 degree weather.

She

Ms. Lee

Many people went to you for helping in finding a college,
Something more important was haunting me.

Love was ruining