I'm sorry I don't understand I'm sorry I'm obtuse But it's because I haven't walked A mile in your shoes It hasn't been a minute and It hasn't been a day If I might have walked like you I don't know what I'd say My harsh judgement I regret I couldn't see your brain The things I see are surface deep I do not see your pain.
November 13th, 2018 Upon learning how little I can understand my husband's past, and that of others who have led less fortunate lives than I