Tears fall,
Tears pour,
Tears roll:
they won't stop!
I've done a lot of crying tonight - each tear holding a different emotion. The wall I've spent years building around myself has got cracks in it but I don't think it needs patching up anymore. The cracks can stay!
Sandcastles...
built high;
flags flying bravely.
Laughter in the bucket and
a spade full of giggles
Memories
washed by the sea
But not gone!
I have to thank a good friend who convinced me that writing about my mum could be a really positive thing. And what do you know - he was right! The next pint's on me!
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
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