From the past...a little girl with blond curls, a smart red jacket and red plaid tennis shoes. She's a sweetie pie and only knows happy days. Who is she and where did she go?
The years go by and she grows older. She marries, she has a family. She dreams and deals with life. She makes mistakes, learns from them and moves on. She has her heart broken by those closest to her. Those she puts on pedestals fall and crash. People leave...friends come and go...She learns, she cries, she laughs she tells great stories. She's faithful and a good friend. She's a dreamer and a poet. She's a rocker and a roller. She's fun, yet can be cautious. She looks back a few too many times and it bites her in the rear. She finds she cannot fix everything. She cannot solve all of the rhymes she can't find all of the reasons.
She adores her children. They carry the best of her heart. She has regrets and misgivings, but offsets those with a sense of hope and promise.
She is me.
