Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Echoes of Her Illness

 
I went to the farm on my own, alone
She was not able to go from home
I needed some room to breathe, relief
Was tired of feeling the fight, her fright
I want to believe she can heal for real
With dandelion dreams in the grass, I ask 
If only someday she'll see, will seek
We'll bloom the strength to cope, I hope.

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