Please read Elizabeth’s powerful piece.
Death, a Saving Grace At dawn, the life light went out of the woman’s abused body, it laid in front of her the children she tried to protect…she was a mother, she was a woman, and she was a wife. A coal oil lantern glowed against rustic rough boards, shadowing the fragile souls left […]
via Death a Saving Grace – #2 — Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree
You never knew that your smile was the sunlight in my world. I would listen to your breathing while watching your chest rise and fall. A miracle before my eyes. To be entrusted with your life, a creature so small and helpless, was terrifying. Perfection, delivered into my hands. Who was I to shape your future? How could I possibly do the right thing, say the right thing? Just living day to day was enough of a battle. Not worthy. Not enough. Not me.
My wish, more than anything, is that you can look back on your life and smile.
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