Perhaps I’m one of the few who grew nervous and anxious as Mother’s Day approached – even as an adult it’s not a happy day for me, and it continues it’s bitterweetness as a stepmother.
Tag: Metastatic breast cancer
Lay down slowly my friend,
Just breathe out your end.
Hear the softly spoken whisper,
‘From each woman, my sister.’
You all know who you are. People in places I no longer live or visit. My family pronounced me dead with my mother, although my step sister teased me with phone calls while she was unemployed but now that she's working has no need of me. Not one person from my family has even reached