Faced with teen pregnancy my senior year of high school and too young to be a single mother, I decided to give my first son, David, up for adoption. Through the years, I never forgot the pain of that decision, nor have I forgotten him. Also, I never forgot the person who helped me regain my spiritual strength, Terry Sheahan. Skullgrass' is the name of a cabin that rests along the Missouri River on the old prairies of South Dakota. The owner, Terry Sheahan, took me into her home when there was nowhere else to turn. In honor of Terry, I titled this small collection of poetry, Skullgrass. To me Skullgrass' is not simply a place, but an idea. Skullgrass represents a safe haven, a sanctuary where we go to reconnect with the fundamentals of God and nature. Thank you, Terry, for Skullgrass' a safe haven.