A shoulder P K Routray As to a query of my mummy as to the most important part of a body, I mused for a while, “It is sound” I came out with a smile, hence to me it was the ear
The numbers are tentatively confirmed and Jem has actually pulled.....
So long kept safe So quick to loose and break. So carelessly thrown away On the scum of the streets The most precious treasure wasted.
A boy asks his wise grandfather for advice of good and bad friends.
A young boy and his father walk through the forest that “seemed to go on forever” and have a heartfelt conversation about life, death, and love.
This one gave my kids a few nightmares, when I first read it to them, all those years ago. Sorry boys.
There is something wrong with this - a poem pouts a poisonous kiss in every word an ounce of venom spoils the way to fucking heaven false victims are the bullies here
Run through the graveyard crack open these lies spray over the legend now broken and vilified lets Dig up Mother Teresa that nonce hiding witch spell it out with her bones cold hearted bitch
Ever present my In-laws are. Always here, though they live far. We thought we'd scoot to the Abbey. Though shops by them, they aren't shabby. We thought we'd eat out for lunch.
Some time later, Lidlia took pity on them and brought out afternoon tea from the castle kitchens. Chef had cooked a ham especially in honour of the new guests.
She dreams, she says, of running up stairs. I wonder what she believes she would discover, But I can see her, losing the weight of her years. The motion would smooth away her wrinkles,