The night stars glitter over a city asleep, while a dim light glows from a hospital bedside, and a woman watches vigil over her dying
Before I was sick, I counted the days and hours, not because of drudgery – I loved my job – because I had stretched myself
“What does this say Mommy?” A two-year-old peers intently at the letters on a page. “They’re words, Honey. You’ll have to wait until you go
Hope glides on the wings of the early morning dawn; awakening. Whispered promises: new beginnings bright possibilities. Hope smiles electric blue, sunshine yellow darkness receded.