There once was a very old house Of 3000 feet squared A sweet little yard and a mighty big tree That reached the clouds, the children said...

The girls were there, five in all, Giggling, snarking, being 13 The house was set, the games were planned All was well in birthday-land.

The Lament - A Poem Every time you talk to me i sit quiet, seem to stare like I don't hear, like i don't care...

Johanna didn’t know who he was. But he joined them at the park one day about a week after her tenth birthday.