He lost his mum when I was ten                    Life was never the same again.                  Loss is an understandable song of pain      Also an absence and an agony that never passes.  Life can never quite intoxicate me again.  Photos of her are the  icons of my soul.

I know she will never now grow old.  Only I am left to remember her smile: sad and sweet. She'd already had the news, I guess. 

I live again with her when we wander hand-in-hand through the scattered dreamland where thoughts fade, smells and sights remain   A continuing refrain is lost in the heaviness  of  sky, in a world of harmonies, of make-believe, of the stars, of innocent looks.

Now time and place captivate me as I journey to a place where love dwells,        where joy is young, transient and beautiful, like the trust of a dog or a child.                   Now as worries fall away                                                      Every single thing is thrown into the cart of memory                                                  where I love this cloudy rainy weather of the north, it is so good for my imaginings

   I have these flowers beginning to  bloom in sunny early spring weather. Robbed of such an immeasurable treasure, I cannot allow myself to imagine how bravely she hid her knowledge, from me, only from me.