POEM OF THE DAY
January 18
This journey
Six years
The clouds and rain seem to never end
Like the 36 rumbling past the front door of our
House
This journey
Everyday
Watching him grow
Becoming a mother is how
I found what my heart was searching for
Home
This journey
Six years
The clouds and rain seem to never end
Like the 36 rumbling past the front door of our
House
This journey
Everyday
Watching him grow
Becoming a mother is how
I found what my heart was searching for
Home