Abused women and children are the canary in the coal mine.
It starts somewhere. It starts in the home.
Nobody would have been surprised if I had died.
“And when one of us is gone
And one of us is left to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
Of you and me against the world
I love you, Mommy
I love you, baby…”
