Persons
Rebecca I carried you for nine months. I felt every move you ever made and loved you before I saw you. Your room was ready, painted with pink…
My son, Your loss is like a punishment from God. Me and your mother wanted so much a baby of our own that when a doctor suggested adoption,…
To my Sarah My love, my heart, my soul. My sweet child. I miss you so much that it hearts. Words can’t describe my pain. I was dreaming…
April 4th 1970. The day my parents met each other. She was sitting at a café with her friends while he was at the next table. When he…
To my beloved Grandfather. You passed away the summer before I was going to start fifth grade. Now I am 38 years old and it’s been so long…