A little of my story.

This blog is dedicated to the loving memory of my best friend, my heart - Mom.


        I'm Victoria Lynn Cain and this is my very first blog! I am known as Vicky by most people. I have been around for 50 years and I have Cerebral Palsy. I live in the Boston area. I am most proud of my faith in God and my two degrees. I also enjoy the fact that I am a writer and I have penned 3 books! My books are not published, but that's where this blog comes in. I remember when my parents got me my first typewriter, ah yes, the typewriter. It was back in grade school and it opened up a whole new world for me. You see, I was unable to write well by hand due to my CP. It did not hurt me physically as much as it hurt me emotionally. Every time I wrote I had to think about every line I put down on the paper, unlike the writing of most people. When people write, they just pick up a pencil and start writing. So I made the decision to stop writing by hand while in high school.
              Almost immediately after I got my typewriter, I started writing my poems and stories. A whole world opened up for me. A world that I created in my mind finally came out on paper. Writing was beginning to be a real joy for me, it was something I could do and I found out I could write well. I was becoming an artist, an artist of words. 
        I began showing my writing to my mom and dad, teachers and friends. Everyone liked my poems and everyone liked my stories, so I continued to write.  The more I wrote, the more I grew to love what I was creating. I would show my neighbor and friend Ann my writing and she began encouraging me to put my work into a book! It took Ann some time to convince me to go ahead and write this book, that my writing was indeed good enough.   
     

Hello Mom

I miss you every day. My heart aches a little everyday

I long to hear your voice, your laugh

To hear your wisdom right now is just what I need

To know that everything will be alright

If only you could hold my hand and give me a hug

I feel your spirit with me all the time

I love you Mom, hello

That Smile

I walked in the room, my heart pounding. The dreaded feeling is already there, will I always feel like this? God I hate this feeling. I almost fell and they had to steady me. Am I ready? No. But I must do this. There’s no getting out of it. Deep breath. God I hate this. I walked closer. Someone, get me out this! I wish you could. Closer I come. Then, I see you. But wait, what’s this? You, with a smile on your face? A smile! I turned to question someone. No words come from my mouth. “I didn’t do this. The mouth is the hardest thing to place when getting a body ready. No, it wasn’t me.” I turned back to you. That smile, a reassurance. It’s ok, I’m ok, and you will be fine you seem to say. A miracle, some small help from God.  Thank you.