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I find myself writing poetry again just now - once more in a situation of grief, pain and anxiety. The words just come, the poems form thems...
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1927-2002 How terribly strange to be orphaned. Too young a word for someone my age. Sudden yet hardly unforeseen in the gym Wednesday, gone ...
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CAUGHT I saw a moment caught and thought of you A spider's thread holds fast and true A leaf does not let go And such is love at times...
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There was a time when I was young when I wanted to die before my mother because I knew it would be less painful if I died before her.
She died. I was stuck in this country. I could not go to her funeral.
Time passes but I remember her well. She was my mother. She loved me. I still love her. Especially for all the things she did to make me who I am...
Take heart, Lettie. x
That poignant photo of her slippers were heartbreaking to me too dear Letty. I hope you can draw strength from within and from those who love you during this sad time. I am thinking of you and send my love x
i know. her little feet. little shuffling steps. never to take another step. i have a pair of my mums baby shoes. i put my fingers in and try to feel her tiny feet that once filled them, and her lovely being that sprouted up from them
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