When life’s burdens were more than I could handle and my heart, a mangled organ with embedded blades, overwhelmed my mind and shattered my will to live, you came into my life. With eyes so bright they pierce through the gloom and a smile that chases away negative thinking, you rescue me from my mind, ...

I hear her whistle in the wind. Her hum: a sweet melody that carries, that soothes, that calms the rising pain in my chest, that quenches the loneliness—partially. I feel her presence within these walls. Within the tastefully matched curtains, that brightens and refreshes those gloomy days and lures in hopefulness. Mama, The woman who ...