Rain.
Pain.
Blake standing over me.
Then the memory faded.
This yard was green.
This house was mine.
This morning was mine.
And when my son turned back and called, “Mama, come see!” I stepped into the sunlight without fear.
THE END
Rain.
Pain.
Blake standing over me.
Then the memory faded.
This yard was green.
This house was mine.
This morning was mine.
And when my son turned back and called, “Mama, come see!” I stepped into the sunlight without fear.
THE END