These hands
have cradled me in my darkest hours
Laboured long days
and nights to keep our home in shape
built fences
flown kites with me and
circled mine with love.
I love these hands.
A sound of birds singing
It's early. And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...
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Home. Dew on the car bonnet and falling leaves. Listening to the songs of sugar man and l... -
It's late and yet ~ on the still air the notes of my husband's flute are drifting upstairs like shooting stars. We... -
In a thousand moments I asked you to sing me a song of summer so I wouldn't have to let her go. It brought back a...
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