ABOUT THE ADDICT - A PROBLEM FACED BY TOO MANY
ON MY SON'S BIRTHDAY I am worn out with worry over whether you’re cold, hungry, sick, alone, weeping for everything or nothing. I pray someone holds you close, warms you, feeds you. I hope there is flickering firelight a strumming guitar, lullabies to remind you how angels keep watch as you sleep.... Sign in to see full entry.