Really what does it all mean?

It is hard when you child begs for your help and in no way can you help. I want to take away her hurt, I want to take away my hurt. But how, how do I make it better? I want to scream at the whole world she is not a monster. I can understand how families are hurt by the news media. I believe in my daughter as any mother would not just because the evidence states it. I feel for people who are convicted and they are innocent. Life goes on but how does mine, my daughter, and my young son move beyond this point. It's something I don't have the answers for yet. I write and write(not much on here but poems by hand) to vent my feels for everything and everyone. I am making quilts, one for my son and one for my daughter and I think a good way to get through this is to make those quilts about them in some way, each square has a special meaning to me and them. In some ways maybe this will give me some answers I am missing and some peace for my soul. Well I better go for now does anyone care? Laura