No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

For a reason that I don't completely  understand, I couldn't put down this book 'Scars Upon My Heart', a compilation of World War I poems written by women during the war. Every page offers some deeply profound imagery and powerful emotive language that had me reading whole segments at a time. I found the picture on the front captivating too; a portrait of a woman sitting with folded legged on a bed. Holding a pen to paper. And a smile you only have when the words just come. Her goliath shadow cast onto the back wall.

She looks a lot like my mom. Back when she was young and childless and happy.