Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

“It's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back.”

“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget yo…”

“I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against hi…”

“Deep in the meadow, under the willowa bed of grass, a soft green pillow lay dow…”