Members dsmurph Posted April 4, 2013 Members Report Share Posted April 4, 2013 Do not judge the bereaved Mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she IS, But she IS NOT all at once. She is here but part of her is elsewhere for eternity. Author Unknown Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Jesse David & Taylor Mom Posted April 5, 2013 Members Report Share Posted April 5, 2013 So true...today I weep above my son's grave...this was not meant to be yet somehow it came to pass. I wish to hear him again, to hold him, to listen to his laugh. A life stolen away so soon from his mother's embrace. Yet I know one day my son will embrace me again. I await that day, and in that day, I will be glad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members hotrod Posted April 5, 2013 Members Report Share Posted April 5, 2013 So very true.Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members JD99501 Posted April 10, 2013 Members Report Share Posted April 10, 2013 The graphic novel I am writing will reflect what you said. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members dsmurph Posted April 10, 2013 Author Members Report Share Posted April 10, 2013 You will have to share when you are finished with you're novel surreal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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