Special Lady


My house feels like a prison. The insurmountable expenses have trapped me and I cannot escape the bars of my cell. And yet there is a little window where the sunlight always shines in and a little bird sweetly sings “there is hope, there is love, you’ll be okay.”

My little bird, her life my window where freedom lies.

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  1. Joy Howse says:

    DITTO. We lost our house the beginning of this year, but I still have my sunshine… my three kiddos. What more could I desire? NOTHING!

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