Guardian Angel by Raymond A. Foss
A warm feeling filled me on reading the words she wrote for me, written in her prison cell, sent to me with love, with thanks
Touching me in ways ways I cannot really explain For coming into her life, the life of her mother, her children going before the courts, the agency those who would stand in judgment wag fingers, look down on them all
Take up her cause, fight for them find a way through, to sanctuary a new home with her with her loving arms ready and able to hold them
January 5, 2007 20:49, edited 22:13
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