My daughter asked me.
Why did he let go mommy?
I glanced at her and replied.
Because little one, good things
must come to an end.
Once again looking at his father's
grave
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Letting Go
PoetryA strong woman who dreamed without fear, who loved without limits. And the chaos within her found balance. A book about my thoughts. Inspirations. Perspective. Ideas. Love. Confusion. In a nutshell, my confusing years in life but in the end I found...
