She lives in the white house down the street. The one with the black shutters..

Today she struggles to find her worth. Why is she really here. I mean alive. She does not often feel sad but when she does…it hits hard.  Wondering why she works so hard and still has to watch every dime.  She know that she is rich in life and that money isn’t everything, but…it sure would be nice not to struggle.

She often wonders if the was gone, would anyone notice…

She lives in the white house down the street. The one with the black shutters. Surely she is not alone in feeling lonely..surely…

She sees the sun shining and smiles.  The sun makes her feel warmth and a gently caress on her cheek.  Today is sad, but she cannot let it show.  Too many depend on her to keep their lives pleasant..  What a life…

to be continued.