The Death of September or should I say Death in September —
Today would’ve been my biological father’s 88th birthday.
My Dad died 25 years ago today. Early onset Alzheimer’s. The diagnosis was almost…
My mother sleepsUndisturbed by thunder and rain.Undisturbed by footsteps of passersby.
You left me When my world was measured In a child’s stride. You had to go away for awhile, I was told To ease me in to the…