To the Woman Grieving at the roadside Cross

I passed you today, it was Thanksgiving.  We passed so quickly I only saw you but for a second.  You were standing there alone, your car parked off on the shoulder.  You stood, facing that simple white cross. My heart immediately began to ache, my eyes began to burn with those unwanted tears.  Was this … Continue reading To the Woman Grieving at the roadside Cross

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