The Little White Hearse BY: ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Somebody’s baby was buried to-day—       The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back, And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay       As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way, And a shadow seemed drawn o’er the sun’s golden track. Somebody’s baby […]

Too young to be, yet is. Careless with no regrets, the one with the beautiful smile and milky white skin, Bright eyes open to the world, Hair that glistens in the sunlight, flowing alongside the tangled grass in the wind that whispers the secrets of the world. She stands and listens to the world waiting […]

“It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.” -Rose Kenned Rose Kennedy was a very intelligent woman, she figured it all out before the rest of […]