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WRITER'S CRAMP PROMPT:a journal is found on a park bench |
| To whom belongs these handwritten sorrows? These hopes and these dreams of a thousand tomorrow's. A scrolled out story of secrets and strife; To whom belongs this beautiful life? A memoir of treasures transcribed on each page The wisdom and strength; the journey of age The tale of her triumphs; the woes of her loss the lessons she learned; the bridges she crossed. This lady's a hero, she's lived and endured! I need to go tell this; it needs to be heard! But wait - this writing- it is like no other; I know who this is-GOOD GOD-it's my mother! |