A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,
ChocolatEverything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.
The Color PurpleHe danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.
Daughter of Smoke & BoneThis life is a wading pool compared to the ocean call eternity.
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My DaughterThe cabin on the lake is nothing compared to my mansion in eternity!
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My Daughter