Literature
To My Kieran...
To My Son, Kieran,
As I watch you sleep peacefully in your crib, unaware of the evil’s lurking in the world, I think about the journey my life took. Yes, I carried you inside me for nine months, but our journey began long before your conception. When, or even if, you would come, I did not know. I prayed every day that I could, but the unknown was taking its toll on my heart. Years passed and slowly you began to fade from my thoughts as I attempted to protect myself from the pain. My past brought circumstances and words that broke me, and there was very little I could do to fight against them. They were overwhelming. The world seemed to