A blank paper lays before her.
She wants to write,
About all that is or was,
to convey the sorrows of life,
express all the emotions,
reveal the wounds, and misery
inflicted by people,
who are or were in it,
Some were never actually present,
Yet their presence was heard and felt,
every last beat.
A Mom first then the rest. Using words and art, to find her way, Untangling thoughts, day by day.