This re-blog is something I wrote when I first stated blogging two years ago…. Diane
SECURITY AND FAITH
One day in 1945 a little girl was born,
The last of ten children was she
And the last there would ever be.
Her mother loved her oh so much,
And the baby felt her gentle touch.
She grew with love that abounded
And on this love, her life was founded.
The years went by and soon was older,
But this little girl never grew bolder
She was very shy and kept within…
The fears and sadness that she had,
Love was there …
But she missed not having a Dad.
Time passed and the she became a teen,
But the insecurities were always there.
One day when she turned fifteen
She met a young man that was nineteen
And the nicest person she’d ever seen.
The relationship grew
He was loving and kind this man that she knew.
And then one day in a ‘hospital hall”
View original post 318 more words