Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
On this Good Friday, we are reminded that it is always darkest, before the dawn.
Today, I share a very special poem; one written for me by my Dad, when I was sick with pneumonia in 1978. As the young, working Mom of two children, aged 7 and 4, being hospitalized for 11 days, meant that my husband bore… Continue Reading “Hidden Treasure”