She celebrates ideas she’s given birth
And bathes in sunlight there beside the pond;
A different kind of life, suffused with worth
The steps she takes a private allemande
She knows a mother birthed her; but can see
That not all mothers should
A mother be
This is beautiful.
Thank you, Lisa. By the way, your “Dear Preacher” is incredibly perfect.
Thank you. It really hurt my heart. I tried to maintain grace. I appreciate your kind words very much.
I would say you not only maintained, but modeled grace.
Wow. Thank you so much. I really needed to hear that. I’m truly appreciative. 🙂