There is no greater grief, than when a parent losses a child.
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children’s eyes.
Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.
Mother’s arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.
You must feed them, Anne, else they eat their toys.
Use condoms; it’s wise not to gamble with your children’s future.