We all have a story
Mine started in the back of a Delorey
My mother , a good Catholic by most accounts
Definitely needed help on her dismounts

Sent  away
Cast aside
All but forgotten

I lived my life from house to house
Never once a home true home

Another path; at last arrived
Leaving all behind
Time to stamp the world
With a twirl and a swirl

My child, life's Earthshine
Born under the crescent moon
Hair soft as sun
Her giggle infections and a smile that can make you weep


She will be the first and last words on the pages of my life
My story