Poems from Fireheart
To the one who spent nine months of wear and worn,
Just to make sure I was healthy when I was born,
To the one who cared for me when I...
Tattered, worn hatchlings,
Molted, winter feathers fall,
Swans emerge, white as snow
For my beloved sister, Erin, who was a wonderful mother and an inspiration to many for fighting cancer to her dying breath for the love...