We Walk with Poetry Every Day
by Heidi Baker
Each day new faces bloom on the children. While we sleep they grow. My role shifts and I spend years mourning, a gentle song behind everything I do, and the reason I become more than I was before. There are souls to honor. Other hours I simply am, grounded in reality or carried away in stories both true and based on life. Pen in hand, I hope. This is where my poetry lives.