Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on February 24, 2012 0 Comments




She sits alone on her stoop each day
In grief and despair;
No friends or family to speak of
No one who really cares.

As pain and sorrow fills her heart
She covers her head in shame;
Realizing that her life is past
And each day will be the same.

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A mother of 4 girls. The youngest has Down Syndrome and graduated from high school this year. I am a homebody who enjoys reading, writing, watch tv, play on the computer and love to create a variety of crafts. My son-in-law is in the Airforce and takes p

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