“If you’re trying to achieve , there will be roadblocks. I’ve had them; everybody has had them. But obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it. ”
– Michael Jordan


Safe at Last

Its been a week today and I finally received word about Sarah. After multiple attempts I got in touch with a Denver detective. He looked on the computer and found that the police had contact with Sarah on a disturbance call and transported her to detox. Thank God she is safe. At least for the time being. Denver Health will keep her for a couple of days and then she will be back on the streets. Sarah had been staying in an abandoned house all week with no access to a phone. (So she says…I think its bull shit about not being able to call me). Homelessness is the saddest thing and there are too many unfortunate souls in this position, whether chosen or not. There are not enough shelters and resources. Its a shame we don’t care for the homeless, for hungry children and for the ill in our own country. The governments priorities are certainly fucked up!!
There are multitudes of individuals and families… living hand to mouth, just one paycheck from the streets.
What can be done? Nothing …until our so called leaders quit hiding behind their power and money. I worry daily about the shape our nation is in and panic about where we are headed ! Enough of that…it just boggles the mind.
I first and foremost stress over my daughters situation. It’s not a good one. I pray for all vagrants with winter setting in. I don’t know how change can come about when most people turn a blind eye.
Thank you for your prayers and please continue to pray for these lost souls and the United States as a whole.

My Lost Love

My daughter lives on the streets. She has burnt all bridges sadly choosing alcohol. A month ago she was attacked, robbed, raped, sodomized and dumped in a random back yard.
  Two weeks ago she drank until she was no longer breathing. She was revived and in the ICU.
Last week she slept outside in the cold until her muscular dystrophy had her paralized. She spent five days in the hospital warming and sobering up. I searched for transitional housing only to run up against waiting lists.
She was discharged back to the cold, hard, bleak streets.
In the past she has called me daily whether drunk or sober.
I have not heard a word for ninety six hours. I fear for her safety and precarious life. I’ve filed a missing person’s report …the detective ran a nationwide search. She has had no contact with the law.
I’ve checked hospitals and no sign of her. I feel in my heart, with my mothers intuition that she is no longer alive. Please join myself and many others in saying a prayer for my poor Sarah …


Grasping At Straws- A Poem

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“Grasping At Straws”

Grasping vagrancy in one’s child
Most simplistic act is not
Fractured maternal heart bleeds wild
Suffered soul the abyss caught
Crucible ever prevails fraught

Futile remedy ailment breeds
Posturing all heedless things
Neglecting primal earthly needs
Harsh inebriant trappings
Averse entirely lucid pleads

Clamping malady straining chest
Wakeful blackness vanished days
Clutched slight suckling babe at my breast
Cast tears enduring malaise
Reflection of having caressed

Tragic sustenance chosen vile
Sighted resolves not to see
Relentless self imposed exile
Indifferent to love me
Offer life to capture a smile

Grasping vagrancy in one’s child
Cognizant of special spot
An alternative to beguiled
Alter processes of thought
I am needing to know she fought

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