...for no one knows how battered inside you are, except for you and the Al-Mighty whom you raise your palms to. The closest of friends, the meanest of fiends, the dearest of husband, the loveliest of kids, the cutest of pets could only fathom a fraction of your woes. Pretense seems to be the best of a strategy to get by. Try as hard as your will lets you and make beknownst to the rest of the world you are walking tall despite the "all".
Accompany the rain when it cries,
blow your sorrows when the wind passes by,
shine when the sun stares right through
and smile even when no one smiles back at you.
For you are the very reason that makes your life worth while.
This entry is also for all my readers who have given so much to the people around them come rain or shine. You make me smile.
This cake makes me smile too.