My Son (Poetry) - 12/13/2007 8:07:20 AM
September 7 for me: David Hyrum-- full term, just not a breath in his tiny body. Always a mother, always loving, always horrified to hear of little ones who've been misused or thrown away. Memories of the bare-armed, wet-breasted days make me reach out to all suffering children. And that milk--the milk of human kindness still flows. --Charlie
