Now Derby and Joan were proud of their home, but lately there’d been some confusion: from her fading memory, and wobbly mobility, and the increase of his agitation; so a plan had been spun
Such an effort to get out of bed, for worried morning, ‘What was it I’d thought about I need to be bemoaning?’ Weary wife finds constant flow of worries and complaints
She picked a leaf up off the ground, yellowy-brown, but crispy dry, ‘A treasure to keep by’, she said. She showed it to me, shared it with me, we looked together, traced the lines,
When comes the end of winter’s cold, squeezed-up tiny leaves unfold, … The cooling of late summer air activity triggers to prepare … When comes the end of winter’s cold …
He knew they’d crucify, destroy, foretold he would arise, his body gloriously rebuilt, their accusations lies. And when I realised how corrupt was all my selfish thought,
