Wanda Mae Risher

Words at this time seem only to be words. Emptiness, loneliness and perceived hopelessness invade the mind and crowd out the help we so desperately need. Yet in these same emotional balances and imbalances we find hope. We find memories of love and laughter, of friends and family and accept the ultimate conclusion that God and God alone keeps watch over mans mortality. Another race hath been is what one sonnet says and we are once again forced to accept what we cannot change. Wanda is not...