Thursday, 16 December 2010

Etches


The shadows of trees

on a green fence as I drove home.

The smell and promise of snow in the air.

Collecting my son's girlfriend from the airport~

all the way from the States..

( and going to be living with us while she does

her PHD .)

A grateful heart~

that she is like the daughter

I always longed for.

Our spare bedroom looking like the luggage hold

on a jumbo jet.

Quiet evenings with Susan Boyle singing

beautifully in the background.

The clink of wine glasses to say * Welcome home!*

Etches,

all these etches of love.
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