That moment when the picture reveals
we are having a boy...

Growing up
we still had four seasons...

You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...

At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...

Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...

Trees are shedding
lifeless leaves...

We often take for granted
what's most precious...

With every thought my pen is pressing harder on...
the cramping in my hand is getting stronger...

You see them every day
many are passing by looking like fresh cut...

There are some bumpy days
nothing seems to be in place...

Hundreds are missing
thousands have lost their home...

We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...