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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All I've been able to do this week is get up, and go through the motions of each day. I'm struggling to find the wo... -
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... -
I saw him walking with the sticks bundled , under his arm. Shuffling along slowly going home, to his fire.
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