A big hole has opened upnow you are gone.There is no laughterthere are no tears.There is no focal pointto pass away our years. You showed us the way in lifeand how to get alongduring good times and bad,sometimes you made us madbut always gave to othersyour cheerful happy song. Now we must learn to get…
Whitewashed walls, looking like alabaster silk, window boxes and baskets throwing flashes of red and pink invite me to stop and take it in a while. A pretty scene that would never fail to make you smile. With pleasing symmetry, matching chimneys point to the sky;laden clouds, containing gradients of grey up high. A pair…
Why is it always me who has to plan the meals and go out to do the food shopping with zeal? Why is it always me who has to put in a wash or two and every week, clean the house anew? Why is it always me who has to find the time for everyone,…
