Each month, I prayed for him. Then, tears fell.
She birthed, but couldn't keep, what my empty space desired.
Three lives converged through love as she placed his tiny hand in mine, writing new stories for us all.
"For my son, Gavin"
Each month, I prayed for him. Then, tears fell.
She birthed, but couldn't keep, what my empty space desired.
Three lives converged through love as she placed his tiny hand in mine, writing new stories for us all.