The reader takes an extraordinary journey with the author in the winter of 2010 down a path in her mind where things buried and remembered painfully and curiously rise from her thoughts to be written and shared here. What originally was an Idea to paint a picture in oils on her porch in the summer to portray the plight of the unborn took a new form becoming her own balm as she discovered with each morning journal entry her own plight and hidden pain. This in the end is no painting but a winter journal and collection of poems for the unborn that somehow brought the author her own healing.