My Tribe (a poem)

My tribe is strong and kind. My tribe is real with humility. My tribe sees beauty in all things. My tribe is raw with respect. My tribe understands the power of dreams. My tribe beats with one heart. My tribe is different not less... -K-

Hollow

Being a special needs mom is an experience beyond your wildest dreams that's for sure. It's hard and emotional and it makes your soul older than it should faster than you thought possible.

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