Sitting outside In a cool, spring breeze Feeling chilly. Why am I still here? Now is the time. Walk back in, and see My stupid, messy house, and dilapidated couch. I’m not sitting on it. That’s how my children will see it. Turn off the television, Go to bed.
I hope That you know How much you are loved. The sun will lose his warmth The moon, her glow The stars, their sparkle If you do not know My love
On the eve of beginning a new job, having finally unpacked (almost) all of my stuff in my new place, and sporting a new hairdo to boot, I’m in a reflective mood. The five year anniversary of The Boy’s stroke was a milestone, a difficult one. At times it seemed it crystallised my failure to […]