Early walking was I lucky enough to- Gaze upon a truly beautiful sight. ‘twas a new young mother holding her world so tight. With infant
From an early age you gave up so much. Nothing was ever too much for us. Yet you would go without. I see your greatness,
The clouds were setting in. I could feel the cold taking my breath like the night taking the days. The Summer festivities have long been
Under my bed. Carries my essentials from time to time. The handle is broken. Left wheel is rusty. Green, white and gold. excitment/lonliness. Independance. Gift.
At the back of the flat, it is hidden away. A converted cuboard some might say. Bursting with clothes, shoes and books and a single
I cannot stop staring at the well presented young man sitting beside the window. His stiff position is telling me he’s anxious. I also get