Today, In Dismay,
All the Winds that blow
All the Waters that flow
All the Stars that glow
All the flowers that blossom
Pray for you, sob for you
Diana, You will remain in
our hearts, for ever and ever
We see you in the laughter of a child
We find you in the hope of the sick
We sing an elegy, for you, the Prodigy
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Reviews of "To Diana, On her B'day"
Reviewed by satish
Reviewed on April 6, 2002
its ok .... this poem may be well appreciated by english people....
Inside the Methadone Clinic. Addiction to heroin, methadone, and other opiates. Destruction. The primal addiction" of the child, power and control over your own life, the institutions and the characters, the love between a mother and son. This book i
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
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