Upon this wood Outlook over the sea Brass plaques are attacted to thee Memories of ones gone before Lost at sea Not on the shore.
Why do photos make me sad When the person has moved on Many people look at them Good memories flood And smiles begin Me, I get a slight small smile And then a tear forms in my eye For I will never see…
This is a poem of rememberance for everyone who has lost someone (which pretty much makes that everyone) and Christmas. Christmas without you
A very close relative, overseas, had to have emergency surgury. There was nothing I could do from Aus except wait. Something that I am not very good at
At some stage in our lives we experience grief. When there was a person to grieve it is more understandable. When it is a result of a miscarriage, there is almost a stigma about it. “Shake yourself off and move on,” for many of…
This is about how sometimes we hold on for too long. Clutching at straws via Daily Prompt: Clutch