“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odourless but all together they perfume the air.” – Georges Bernanos The little things – seemingly tiny morsels of a person’s character which are not always recognised or acknowledged. It is these that …
Lying motionless and alone. Darkness all around. Thoughts darting through the cobblestone crevices of the mind. A single tear escapes from one eye. No warning. A scan of the body; no other signs that another crying episode is coming. And come it will. That is for certain. For they have …
So very small and tiny Such a precise little one A lifetime ahead of you If only it had begun You did your absolute best To become a special little one Fate had a different plan You wouldn’t get to meet your mum The pangs of anguish …
Darkness falls over the day Blanketing the sky Sun beams gone to bed Moon yet to be high Coolness in the air Dew touches the earth Warmth sought after Gather around the hearth Aromas wafting through Filling the house Hearty meal at the ready Salivating hungry mouths …
