Praying with Poetry

I was born to two wonderful Irish parents on a cold winter morning in a small town. They raised me with good moral values.

While in high school, I began to write poetry and made cards for the love of my life. His name was John McQuiston. We were wed two years after we graduated. Our love was truly a match made in heaven. Little did I know I would become a widow at age twenty-three. Tragically, he was the victim of a senseless crime. I gave birth to another baby boy shortly after my husband ...