Your pain is in my eyes. Your voice is in my ears. Your words are in my notes...
POEM| You Are Ever-present
If We Were Having Tea #7
If we were having tea, I’d squeal with joy to be next to you.
POEM| This Christmas
This Christmas, I wish you were here more than I have ever
POEM| 12th of November
For others, it's just another day. For me, the 12th of November is;
POEM| Yesterday isn’t Gone
Yesterday isn't gone. I hear it when a door slams shut.
Does Grief End?
On the 4th of September, I googled "does grief end". It's been three years and ten months since I lost my Mum, and I miss her so much.
If We Were Having Tea #6
If we were having tea, I’d choose a seat in the private part of the café and stare into your eyes for about ten minutes before placing my order.
I Can’t Believe It’s Been Three Years
I don’t care what anyone says because I know no amount of preparation, planning or time can make grief and losing a loved one easy. There are a whole lot of easy tasks but grieving isn’t one of them.
If We Were Having Tea #5
If we were having tea, I'd be so happy to see you. I'd give you a big hug and linger for about a minute or two. I'd finally take a seat and ask you what it's like up there with a big smile on my face.
POEM| A Better Place
Whenever I was told
you left this world
for a better place
I never believed