feel beneath my feet your strength to steady my gait and trust I am safe
By Suzi Nance3 years ago in Poets
I like to go out deep into the green hope not ever to be seen
Molly sat, struggling to show any excitement as she opened box after box of what appeared to be birthday gifts, but in reality each one was a, not so subtle, reminder that she was not the daughter her mother hoped she would be.
By Suzi Nance5 years ago in Families
