She Is Me

She sat in her car, with thoughts and a plan. She kept by her side a pen in hand. Life was an experience that she lived This was part of her stories, she gave for a thrill. It gave meaning, it gave life Written from the experience of a mother, and a wife. Everyone she encounter Everyone she knew Became part of her story, it became true. So if you see her, began to look. For your part in her story. And by all means "please read the book."