Is it too late to call?
Are you already asleep...

Happiness, in its true form, eludes me.
Sheer joy, is but a distant memory...

H...holding hands and feeling him stroke my
palm with his fingers...

Standing at my bedroom window, I gaze out at the...
The green pastures covered with bursts of vibrant...

I stare into the mirror and what do I see?
Surely that woman couldn't possibly be me...

What was once a dream
Two lovers together...

All is quiet, but for the constant ticking
of the clock on my wall...

My love for him is overflowing,
It is pure and whole in every sense...

My twelve year old son,
Oh what have you done...

The snow falls softly and silently to the ground,
My tongue sticks out to catch the flakes one by...

There he sits, in his wheelchair,
hunched over...

Wispy blond-brown hair spills over from the crown...
The cowlick above his left eye never seems to stay...