Purple Dawn
Drawn into the future of hope for a cure as I have become ever more deeply involved in advocacy, this poem uses mom’s favorite lighthouses to pave the path to a brighter dawn for us all.
This scene was custom painted for me by Patrick St. Pierre, a local artist at Fire Seed Arts.
Purple Dawn
I woke up with a song this morning – here it is:
Purple shores washed by the sunset of time
lighted by the beacon of hope for a cure
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