‘Twas the night after Mary’s, when all one could smell
was the delicious outpouring,
of the meat sweat wail;
Our bellies were full with gravy and chicken fry,
And hopes that our pants still fit,
Or else we shall cry.
I am just a girl who loves reading and talking about books
Living with ALS, the dventures of a Texas Dad and his family as they cope with a terminal condition