A Mother, A Son

I have only just found this website and have only read a couple poems thus far. I felt compelled to write you personally after reading your powerful words as I too have faced alone those demons of maddening fear and hopelessness................denied the basic human need to simply feel safe and know comfort within my soul........ I somehow survived those many horrors of years past and am now old..........I pray that you and your son have since grown old and that you both have found inner peace and comfort. The reason the soul of the helpless infant could indure was not based on innocence Duy........yet something much more powerful and awesome....the human spirts strenght of will to survive and it's ability to shower comfort and love even though all inside is dying...... There is no greater gift than this....to share the warmth of your tears on that which is cold is a beautiful thing...................May God continue to be with you