Healed not Mended

Many things remain between the truth and the lies we liveJust like the cut that goes through the heartThe cut that can't be mended. Healed yes... but not mended.As it will remain.The waves of the sea heal, the mist of the mountain heals,A long conversation with a friend heals But nothing can mend. For the...

Skin Memories

It has been 14 years and yet yesterday seems so fresh. Do we ever stop being the child to our parents? Even when we switch roles from being taken care of to becoming the caretaker, there is always a feeling... if only Pa was here. When I became a mother, I realized, parents are only...