In the throes of my childhood’s echoing hall “Good grief,” she’d exclaim, - the refrain of my fall A term tossed so lightly steeped deep...

In a world where words betray I stand here, unheard they say Not complaining, just unveiling A life untold, forever ailing Who to blame...

In a world where right must be upheld A mother’s pride stays tightly shelled To admit a fault, a burden to bear Seems heavier than the...