The stoplight on the corner had been broken for weeks. Westway Avenue was yellow and green at the same time, while Cherry Lane was forever red. Mabel knew this. Mom and Dad called it "the ... [+]
The way things were when there was a time of freedom as a child playing wild with no worries, only stories that will last forever for the never to never happen, a mind of bundle and joy to take a voyage on the child train while the parents try to remain sane, the physical form of a child living warm with love and not hate, the form of a child warm with creative thoughts that was brought down for generations to come, a family tree of busy bees, for the love of a child to see, the wonders of life as life is created. The life of a child is meant for smiles, the miles of living ahead, until a child is born like a see of light the fight of new born baby to come into this world is it a boy or girl, for moment of peace a child is born.