This poem, written by RissaRoo, spoke to me. It said, "This is your daughter, this was her beginning."
After
after the storm
after the cold and chill
after the sky cracked open
and fell, crashing
with the weight of it all
after the darkness seemed certain
the sun broke through
tore wet curtains of gray asunder
and pierced every dark place
with saving light
2 afterthoughts:
Oh how I love this post and photo......
So fun to have three of them to dress up, too! Love that photo!
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