I was very sad as a child. I would sit, cry and wonder why I couldn’t have a mother in the house, like everyone else. I didn’t realize that others were going through the same thing, until as an adolescent I read Maya Angelou’s book, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”. […]
In these poems, echoes the voice of the prophet Jeremiah: “A voice has been heard on high: of lamentation, mourning and weeping; of Rachel crying for her children and refusing to be consoled over them, because they are no more” (Jer. 31:15). […]