Mother (Remove filter)
Make Mama Cry
When they say to stay gold
Is it for bright days to sit between your ears?
All the cotton clouds, two or three, right there?
Or is it to find strength for your arms to pull you over the mossed edge?
Mama cried after every light accomplishment
Whether it be reinstated love or you set a day aside for treks and hikes
Or graduated from University
You seen Mama cry when t...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 4:06 am
The hurt of remembrance
Everything reminds me of you.
Something you bought me or a scent of perfume.
The reflection in the mirror.
A song that I sing to.
Words that I speak and phrases I use.
Everything just reminds me of you.
Places I go to that we adventured together.
Movies I watch that we enjoyed with each other.
I know that my brother and sisters hurt too,
Because everything and anyth...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 11:10 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on For ?!*# Sake
16 hours ago
David RL Moore on Baby Milk (flash fact)
16 hours ago
R A Porter on 'What can writers and poets possibly do in the age of Trump, Farage and Starmer?'
16 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on For ?!*# Sake
20 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Baby Milk (flash fact)
20 hours ago
John Coopey on SONNY
21 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Baby Milk (flash fact)
21 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Motivation
22 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Flickering
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Motivation
1 day ago