As I write this passage I read its words in no harm to myself, I forget to smile as I pen rewrites my life in the drippings of my blood, and I am sad to know me,
A round table of all life is my mirror reflections of truth, an the forgotten ones I have passed along the way,
Weep not for me I say to this wounded soul, for no peace beds me tonight,
Forever has captured my love ones heart, and my regrets are long,
As I write this poets sad song, I sing in horror of the man I see before me,
All that is gentle, my humble eyes read my rewrite again, as my bedtime story, and the love of lullabies is no more,
Just, is my whisper, and why is my word I put in print,
I loved long ago, as I try to find know,
You see,
I forgot to smile, as I look back in my diary of the here and know,
Sing me a song that will spread my wings, as it hums me no sang so tonight, my eyes drift to sleep, I cry to be,
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"