I had to google the author of this poem. I wish people would do their research before sharing.
She was a quiet lady, but enjoyed the war songs and the tea and cake. She was of course well known, possibly not for her personality or character but her name. Sammy came upstairs to the office for some coloured paper, and said May Day is here. I looked at her a little confused andContinue reading “May Day”
He stands, feet solid, a man, a boy, boisterous and what seems arrogant, disrespectful. Shouting and causing a scene is so easy when you are boy, if only they saw and knew, felt pain and felt sad. I realised when I met him, not through the scars or the obvious self-inflicted abuse but through theContinue reading “Sadness”
So I have been thinking and thinking over this blog, its embarkation and concept. In the end I have, well sort of carefully picked out a tittle and will explain why I chose this later. I will write about my favorite topics, Art, Culture, Beliefs and the big one for me…Mental health… Watch this space!Continue reading “Here it goes!”