angharad
among my mum's papers is a book of poems she wrote with her twin sister. this one makes me cry:
angharad
sometimes
i sit and
stare
across the
room to
where the
sunlight
slanting
on a chair
would
mingle
with your
hair
if you were
sitting
there.
angharad
sometimes
i sit and
stare
across the
room to
where the
sunlight
slanting
on a chair
would
mingle
with your
hair
if you were
sitting
there.
1 Comments:
You write from the heart and bare your soul. A person is both the sum of their past experiences, and the total of their future hopes. The wonderful person and mother you are today, is a result of all that has been. You have taken the strengths and discarded the weaknesses. You know what is right for you. I think you are amazing.
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