I speak low lest my love evaporates before e’en kissed by your infant’s breath, and beg before day’s whispered hush ascends to nightfall; small child, look at me one last time before you crawl away as slow as time roams vast.
Too soon, tomorrow’s branches laced with the chirp of sweet song will bow to cradle this dear life – and since time nor death show mercy – warm arms shall send him safely unto a strange, beatific world, where all will be waiting
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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