I guess, the bottom line is, it still gets to me, and somehow words that weren’t meant to, turn into poetry… How time marches on, and this – these are the days of living, this is my life playing out… Continue reading

There is a storm rolling in. Oh, what this means for my heart as very often the weather mimicks how I feel inside. With the windows and doors open I can smell the rain about to deluge from rolling grey… Continue reading

Dearest Christina,   When I look at your life until now, I see so much strength. I know the deep pain you felt, some that came to you very early in your life – I know the nights you cried… Continue reading