Balance, Balance....one step forward, one step back. by Heather Bowser
My knapsack is tattered and tired but it still carries my unfortunate burden of agent orange.The stones are still heavy but my back has grown stronger not weaker. I carry heavy stones. A stone for my Mother, A stone for my brother, a stone for grandchildren who will never know the love of my Father, a stone for the Vietnam Veterans, a stone for their spouses, and stone for their sons and daughters.