Sitting on the stoop, She leans over and whispers, “I killed him today” – Confiding in me. I look at her in surprise, And notice her eyes Are filled with sadness. I wonder, “Is she serious?” And as her eyes…
Sitting on the stoop, She leans over and whispers, “I killed him today” – Confiding in me. I look at her in surprise, And notice her eyes Are filled with sadness. I wonder, “Is she serious?” And as her eyes…
Sometimes, in life, you get to know Special people who watch you grow, Helping when challenges arise – big or small – no matter their size – Like raising teens or giving rides – To friendships, there are many sides –…
J, I wrote this for you on April 29, 1993. I don’t know if I ever gave this to you….but I am giving it to you now, and to the world, too! (J is my son. I am using his…