We bandage our flesh wounds with the finest leather and lace.
But the deepest cuts remain undressed and are the hardest for us to face.
Our world is crumbling piece by piece.
Our tears could fill Oceans but it’s patience we keep.
Loss after loss and talk after talk.
Our good people work tirelessly but the evil chips away endlessly at the stalks .
What will become of us only God knows.
But if our faith could fill an Ocean maybe love would overflow.
Memoirs of a loving mom