How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are we must know our mothers names.
My work is about my life and what I want to do with it.
My mom is in the navy and my dad works for the army but I never called them...
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page And be alone on earth as I am now.
