A Poem They say the pain will surely passThe tunnel’s light will cast its beamYour feet will touch new blades of grassNew dawn dispel a…
A Reflection
What Curse is This? What curse is this? That I find pleasureIn a trickling streamRefreshing rainA scone with cream Disparate thoughtsthat come and goSome small…
A Bus Called Grace
My Mum was born on 14 January 1924 and died 14 June 2010 On 28 June family and friends congregated at a bus station called…