Broken

Lynn Browder
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

The broken pieces of my memory

The sounds of chimes in the rain

The crash of water off the shore

All fall distant in my mind

The cries of horror from the soul that wept

The shouts of fear when the bows broke

The times of sadness as the hell froze

All sit close in my heart

Lynn Browder

I am on a mission to spread autism awareness, compassion, love and understanding. I have a five year old son, Owen who has autism. Love music and comedy.

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