four years ago my mom bought little christmas trees made only out of ornaments about a foot long for each of her children's rooms.
one for each of us.
she still put one in your room this year,
as if still hoping you'll come home.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
