the title of the poem speaks to its point. This a favorite poem by Mary Anne Radmacher. It inspires me so, that it is framed and hanging prominently in “my” room, the scrapbook space…
she gave, served and loved.
she dissented, grew and enlivened.
she shed her skin.
she bled on the pages of her days.
she walked through walls,
she lived with intention.
— Mary Anne Radmacher