My Aunt Dee loved butterflies as much as I do She passed into heaven I asked God for a sign that she was happy As I swam a little in our...

Dad cuts my hair He tells me he still has my soft, golden Hair in a bag from when I was little Dad cuts my hair and I am free To be me His little girl Always a girl, Simple, happy to have A dad Who cuts my hair.

Poof! The structure is a cartoon. Beams burst out like watch springs, floors flay like toothpicks, joists now sticks cannot hold a load, or be re-constructed back into that intricate attic cathedral. Even cross beams and braces that once had the elegance of a mantis now resemble scrambled eggs, the skeletal remains of Irma’s destruction Like sailors venerating the safety of their ship, my family’s achievements were deferentially displayed in the cocooned walls of our home. No